Dexter knew the guy was right. It was kind of on him that the scenario was so tense to begin with, but he just couldn't take any chances.
"Alright, I am coming out. I'm on your left side, second building, third story. You'll recognize the red tag immediately." Dexter said, as he hoped outright honesty would be better after all the preparations he had gone through. Quickly placing Hot Shot into his inventory along with his armor, Dexter swapped into lower level gear, and made his way out through the window. The aged balcony was a poor choice of footing for the unwary, too unreliable. Dexter stepped out onto it as the wood yelped under the stress of use. With the outfit, he could come across as an extremely cautious, low leveled, noob. Dexter recognized the tell tale sound of the floors' durability hitting zero. To further sell the disguise, instead, Dexter waved at the other player, the floor breaking below him and his avatar taking fall damage as the debris smashed all around him. Three floors, I fell three floors and survived by dexterity and agility scores alone. Super noobish, Dexter thought. It is such a cliched starting build. Dexter eyed his health bar as he brushed off the splinters and made his way to the other player, carefully minding the traps he'd placed, until the pitfall was all that stood between them, just a small step between the two, just enough for a handshake, but not enough for a knife thrust. "Nice to meet you, I'm Deadwalkin!" He smiled, extending his hand.
Merc Status: Contract Fufilled; Available for Hire
"Sometimes, the payout is what you make it...The rest is just an asking price"