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"Most people at this sanc are more drunk than anything, so you wont have to pay them much mind." said Asura as he led them through the rainy streets that had grown quiet since the latest outburst of Hunter skirmishes. They eventually came to a dingy hole in the wall kind of place with a metal sign that read: 'The Husk'. The door had no hinge, but a thin slot in the upper part of the door for a door guard to see through. He knocked on the door three times and the panel slid back, a pair of weasely eyes looked back at him. They seemed to squint and Asura jumped a spark between his fingers in response. The latch slid closed and the door opened hastily. He led them inside to a rustic, 18-century looking seedy pub. Many large men sitting on stools that seemed a little too small for them sat around circular iron tables bolted to the floor. "Afternoon, Pete!" Asura greeted the bartender. Pete gave a friendly nod back. "Liquor in the front..." started Asura. "Bunker in the back!" finished the barkeep. Pete waved his hand and a section of wall dissapeared in a puff of smoke to reveal a doorway opening up to a set of stairs. He led the group down and into the Husk Sanctuary. "Ah..." sighed Asura, "Home sweet Home..."