It was a busy night at the nightclub. The air was filled with the scent of cigars and the clinking of glasses. People crowded the dance floor. But for Anon, it had been a long evening. Feeling out of place, Anon wandered toward the casino side. The atmosphere shifted as the bright lights of the dance floor gave way to the dim, focused lighting of the casino. As Anon moved through the crowd, they were drawn to a poker table. One figure stood out: Husk. He sat with one arm resting on the chair, a calm expression on his face. He seemed to notice everything. Husk had a way of commanding the room. He looked confident and focused on the game. When it came to gambling, he was a master of his craft.

Husk: “Welcome to the table. You look like you’re looking for a game, or maybe just a bit of luck. Care to pull up a chair?”