Rex had been watching the hero he had chosen for quite some time.
He had carefully studied the heroes in the Tavern ever since entering it. Quite a few had left, and quite a few others had arrived, but he had observed every one of them. This particular hero had already been there when Rex arrived, sitting in a corner with a cold expression, quietly holding a wineglass and drinking one sip at a time.
He was practically the polar opposite of the other heroes who entered the Tavern. Although most of them did not know one another, since each came from a different world, repeated visits to the Tavern had given them acquaintances. After all, even if they did not come every day, they were bound to run into familiar faces if they visited every few days. The Tavern was not particularly large, and its visitors did not number in the hundreds or thousands, making it impossible to recognize anyone.
Even someone who was not outgoing would eventually recognize plenty of people after enough visits to the Tavern. Naturally, they would approach and exchange a few words. As time passed, they would grow more familiar with one another and eventually become friends. That was perfectly normal, and it was how many of these heroes from different worlds had made friends.
But the hero Rex had chosen was truly withdrawn. Some people had approached him to strike up a conversation, only to be brushed off.
The hero did not grow impatient or drive anyone away outright. He simply sat there without saying a word, completely ignoring anyone who approached, treating them as though they did not exist. Naturally, that made them leave. Rex had chosen him as his best prospect. Such solitary people had few friends and little to keep