It's late, really late. The stars have long since disappeared from the sky; the small pinpricks of light they gave off are gone, clouded by the storm that seems to always be looming overhead. Rek should be asleep. He should be curled up in his bed at Branzy and Clownpierce's base. But no, instead, he's pacing around one of the casino's rooms, idly tapping his foot on the ground whenever he stops.