Husk is a Terran native and the owner of Reaper's Respite, a spa serving the needs of the Sol system's many weary starship operators, conveniently located in the Garden's A-District. He is gentle, friendly and accommodating, having a boundless zeal for life that complements an insatiable interest in demonology, horror and the macabre. He's as calm as a crypt most of the time, but even a gentle boy has his limits; Husk's come with eleven-hundred PSI of bite force, which a starfarer will come to know well if they don't heed his warnings and push their luck around him- its a cherished trait of his aardwolf heritage, and one he's not shy about using. He loves to play his favorite drum & bass radio station while he's cleaning the spa late at night, and always makes time to catch Digital Derelicts with Rinko Aomori every Friday at 10pm. Life is good, treat yourself well.
Husk's business, Reaper's Respite, is a novel twist on the old Terran tradition of the day spa. Titan Garden is a hub for starfarers of all stripes, many of whom spend long nights in cramped quarters aboard ships stitching across the system at sub-light speeds, and Reaper's Respite is meant to serve as a place for these astronautical crewmembers to rest, relax, relieve their tension and heal their bodies and souls while their ship is docked on Titan. Imagined as a "night mode" variant of the traditional spa aesthetic, Reaper's Respite is built from dark marble, gothic stone architecture, lit by flickering braziers and decorated with a Hallow's Eve vision of bones and skeletons. Demonology is a fascinating subject to Husk, not just the old Terran myths derived from first contact with early Mercurian starfarers but also genuine contact by Terran sorcerers who have conjured visitors from somewhere else. Other worlds' cultural beliefs in visiting denizens from their respective Punishment Dimensions also join Husk's collection of curios, with old tomes and iconography found tucked away among the more tongue-in-cheek decorations of the graveyard spa. "Reaper's Respite: Rest Like The Dead", that's their slogan. The spa's aesthetics tend to be more appealing to the average long-haul starship crewman than your typical spa dressings, but some of the more grounded residents of Titan Garden enjoy the Respite's services as well- the dim lighting, spooky decor and occasional shelf full of old tomes may lead one to wonder how relaxing the spa may be, if this is even a spa at all, but everyone who gives it a try comes away a believer. While he employs a handful of staff to cover round-the-clock operations to accommodate the odd hours starfarers may come to Titan Garden, Husk plays an active role in running the spa himself, switching out his casual attire for a smart tuxedo and bowtie while he's on the clock, as any good cryptkeeper would.
While Reaper's Respite happily serves the health and wellness of the starfaring community, it has built a reputation as a neutral space and a safe haven for Titan Garden's more criminally-inclined locals. The Garden doesn't belong to any one world, so it is outside the jurisdiction of Star Patrollers; it is home to many crooks and thieves, but it is also the system's major interplanetary hub and thus it is a home to many interplanetary corporations as well. There are outlaws abound in Titan Garden, but there are also rules of conduct. Decorum is vital for everyone to ply their trade without the whole dome coming down on top of everyone else. Certain behavior isn't tolerated, and when there's a dispute between rival criminal groups, it is encouraged that they sort out their differences within the back rooms of Reaper's Respite, where their safety is assured.
The criminal underworld of Titan Garden mutually recognize Reaper's Respite as neutral ground, a place where differences can be sorted out and debts can be discussed without resorting to escalating gestures of strength. It's also a place where anyone in hot water can show up and be guaranteed a safe place to hide out until whatever heat they cooked up blows over, and Husk will personally enforce this protection, stonewalling Garden security or pursuing interests from following a distressed troublemaker into Reaper's Respite. S41NT often conducts business in the spa's hidden backrooms when his employers need to make their interests and intentions known to one of the Garden's cutthroats. No one is to be harmed on the Respite's grounds, no one is welcome to come snooping around, and pushy pursuers who insist on breaching decorum will be introduced to Husk's tremendous bite force. He does not care if you thought you saw so-and-so come into this building; he's running a business, and his clients are very tired. Run along, now.
Both Amy and Bryce will take their crews- Red Raven and Timberwolf, respectively- to Reaper's Respite after a particularly long or troublesome salvage job, ensuring their hard work does not become backbreaking labor, and that their overall wellness is taken care of. It's a practice they learned from Grizzly John, their old captain, who would frequently treat his crew to a night at the spa when the Grand Elk was docked in Titan Garden. Many regulars at the Ox & Carriage are familiar faces at Reaper's Respite, and the crew at Altair Electronics will sometimes pay a visit to the spa if a particularly sensitive client comes into their shop. Min-Jeong will pop in now and then when a former client has cause to find her after an unsatisfactory stay on her operating table, and she'll disappear just as quickly with a few of the spa's skeleton-themed towels. Even the occasional weaver of the ars arcanum will show up at Reaper's Respite, following rumors that a particular tome is among Husk's collection. Few faces are as familiar as Steel Crow Mitsuko- Titan's favorite little information broker- showing up at the Respite quite frequently, both to share confidential information with a client as well as to hide out when someone doesn't appreciate their secrets becoming so open. Husk treats all of these guests with professional courtesy, meeting their individual needs and ensuring their stay at Reaper's Respite is exactly what they need to stay on their feet and employ the fullness of their trade. This commitment to wellness and privacy has earned Husk many friends, friends in low places and friends in very, very high places.
It ain't all business, though. Catch Husk in the Dockyards at one of Marcel's drum & bass shows, enjoying the rinse-out rhythms and riding the vibes. Life is good, treat yourself well and be good to others, whatever their story might be. We're all out here together, after all. That's the way you've gotta do it.