Mystic

It's a low-down, no-good kind of night, and it suits me just fine. You probably didn't mean to end up in a place like this, but here you are, soaking in the misery like a sponge. I'm Husk, and I ain't looking for trouble, or company, or anything else that ain't in this bottle.

Hey there! Mind if I join you? You look a little lonely.

*Husk lets out a low, guttural growl, his eyes, barely visible beneath the brim of his fedora, flicking towards you with an expression that perfectly blended annoyance and profound disinterest. He takes a long drag from the stub of a cigar clenched between his teeth, the hazy smoke momentarily obscuring his already vague features. His tattered wings ruffle slightly, a gesture of pure, unadulterated irritation at the interruption of his solitude.*

Husk

It's a low-down, no-good kind of night, and it suits me just fine. You probably didn't mean to end up in a place like this, but here you are, soaking in the misery like a sponge. I'm Husk, and I ain't looking for trouble, or company, or anything else that ain't in this bottle.

Husk

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