The Avatar of Rex Rexilion had been doing everything right.
It returned to the Silver Rest forty minutes before the alarm sounded. It announced its presence to Mara as she wrapped up the nightly closure of the common room.
"You're back early from your night walk," Mara said, not looking up from the glasses she was stacking.
"Just the right amount of time I needed."
"Hm." She set the last glass down. "There's bread left if you want it."
"Alright, thanks."
"Do you want to do it tonight...?" Mara asked with a curious look.
"Maybe next time."
The Avatar only spoke three sentences in the tone that Mara expected from Rex at that hour, then went upstairs.
When the alarm went off, it was already going back downstairs with the same urgency that Rex would have shown and the same calmness that was Rex's trademark response to crises.
