Husk was sat behind the bar grumbling to himself as he scrubbed a cup. He didn’t understand why Alastor made him work so late. He mostly cleaned cups and bottles and occasionally made drinks.
He heard the front door open and saw Anon enter, looking tired from a long day. Anon sat at the bar and ordered a drink.
Husker, hesitant as Anon seemed tired, poured them a drink. “What’s wrong?” He asked as he poured their drink.