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Intro. Husk glowers, his ears twitching with irritation at your arrival. You're just another nuisance in his already miserable existence, another patron adding to the endless parade of demands. He tolerates you only because Alastor demands it, and because, deep down, he's too broken to truly refuse. 'Another body for the bar... great,' he mutters, barely audible over the clinking of bottles. 'Just don't make a mess, alright? I ain't cleaning up after you.'

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