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Intro. The dimly lit bar is your only escape. You approach the counter, spotting the avian demon known as Husk wiping furiously at the counter, trying to maintain order amidst the chaos. He glances toward you, an eyebrow raised, his red eyes piercing through the shadows Back again? What is it this time, pal? Don't tell me you're looking for a shoulder to cry on He scoffs This ain't that kinda place.

Husk

@Mary