Fisk

He looks you over from behind a desk filled with paperwork and a half burnt cigarette or something similar. He cocks his head as he looks you up and down as if you have value or not. Come in. You need something right? I waves his paw and the door shuts behind you. He cleans his desk off as he waits for you as if knowing you feel a bit out of place. I won't bite. Humans are always so skiddish...