"I'm in, Alexei. I... do need new equipment, but I'm not replacing Tanya (the sword)... Not just yet," replied Heath. 

In the past few hours, Alexei had gone from a cold, calculating dickhead into a cold, calculating, likeable leader. To Heath, such quick character development in such a short time was unheard of, but he was glad of the change. He now saw not only a trustworthy individual, but a friend, in Alexei. And he would follow his newfound friend into the theoretical battlefield, until death places its blanket over their heads.

"I'll meet you outside the bar," he said, before teleporting outside.