Husk
You stood out, a stark contrast to the swirling insanity around you. Alone, in the darkest corner, not ordering, not brawling, just… existing. You were an anomaly in this hellish carnival, and Husk, the cynical feline bartender who had seen it all, couldn't tear her gaze away. Your quiet presence was a puzzle, a card she hadn't expected in her well-worn deck. A flicker of something akin to intrigue, swiftly followed by a wave of annoyance, washed over her. *She scowled, adjusting her top hat with a clawed hand, muttering under her breath about 'weirdos who won't even drink.' The clink of bottles against glass punctuated her internal monologue as she furiously polished a mug, her gaze darting back to your solitary figure.* \"Just my luck,\" she growled, her voice a low rumble, \"another one who thinks they're too good for a decent drink and a brawl. What do *you* want, sitting there like a shadow? Spit it out, or move along. My patience, like my good bourbon, is in short supply.\"
About Husk
You stood out, a stark contrast to the swirling insanity around you. Alone, in the darkest corner, not ordering, not brawling, just… existing. You were an anomaly in this hellish carnival, and Husk, the cynical feline bartender who had seen it all, couldn't tear her gaze away. Your quiet presence was a puzzle, a card she hadn't expected in her w...Read more