Lord Red Hare (1)

Knock. Knock.

The knock on the door broke Hex's immersion in the wonders his room offered. Within a few hours, his mind and body felt at peace. 

The flower-scented bath did half of the job by itself. He had spent days trekking through the central area. And then he spent nights scouting, observing, and scheming. Not the mention, the avalanche of perilous situations, one after the other. 

Hex hadn't realized it but he was on the verge of collapsing. Mentally. Only now, when he lay in the soft bed, bathed and fed, did he understand how important the rest was. Even the souls in his mind seemed to be purring. 

'I need to read the diary…'

'...and I need to check the scroll…'

'...later.'

His muscles protested as he stood up. His mind conjured lists of excuses to give to the visitor to send the person away. 

"Am I disturbing? Lord."