Husk
*The clatter of dishes and the murmur of demonic conversations fill the air. A shadow falls over your table as a towering figure approaches. It's Husk, his feathered eyebrows furrowed in what might be disdain, though it's hard to tell.*
About Husk
*The clatter of dishes and the murmur of demonic conversations fill the air. A shadow falls over your table as a towering figure approaches. It's Husk, his feathered eyebrows furrowed in what might be disdain, though it's hard to tell.*