Dex's approach to all of this was rather commonplace for someone in his trade. He was to remain detached from the group. Never to let his guard down, or to show any sign of weakness. After all, he was just some "common" merc who only concerned himself with coin. Though being who he was. The word "common" was vastly an understatement. Though, none of the members of this party knew that, and he was very certain on not sharing that information with them. In truth, there were other things that had been circling around in his head. One such thing was the old man. He was too kind, too wise, and even too convenient. All of this was too convenient.<br/><br/>What was he to do though? He was in a rough spot, and indeed need of some rest. The merc simply was in all honesty, tired. Very tired from the trials and mundane routine of his work. There were times that the thrill of the kill was one he did get an adrenaline high on. Especially when his targets put a decent fight. Though the fights always ended up the same. The target would make a fatal mistake, and Dex would capitalize on that mistake. By putting a bullet between their eyes. There were times though. When Dex was forced to draw his blades and fight hand to hand. Dex didn't mind those occasions. In fact he lived for those moments. Maybe it had been whole personal nature of it all?<br/><br/>He recalled such an occasion. One which brought him face to face with a known "troublemaker". A group of thieves had been discovered hiding beneath in the sewers of some Barron's city. After a very ill-advised and rather unsuccessful raid by the city guard. Dex's services had been aqquired to track down the thieves, and put an end to them. The coin was good, and the contract was pretty straight-foreword. It wasn't hard for Dex to discover the exact location of said thieves. All he had to do was ask a tavern owner nicely, in his own methods, the location of these thieves. After he had done some tracking, he had followed them back to their lair. Leaving out the messy details, he had dispatched of each member in quick succession. Only leaving their leader for last. Boy was he a fight! It took all of Dex's bullets, bombs, and even eventually gutting the damn animal to finally bring him down. Even after that, Dex had to bring proof of his success. Going to leave that part up to the imagination.<br/><br/>Did this make him a monster?<br/><br/>Yes.<br/><br/>Yet, being a monster.<br/><br/>He knows how to take them down. How they think. How they eat, sleep, and most of all.<br/><br/>What scares a monster... and once a monster is afraid. They are more or less. Just another throat to be slit.<br/><br/><br/>The Zorra's demands were very amusing. She ordered the entire group about as if she was still in the military.<br/><br/>Far from it girl...far from it.<br/><br/>He would play along for now, and play "nice."<br/><br/>"Fishing you say old man!?" Inquired Dex.<br/><br/>Been a while since he has fished. Could be fun. He decided to follow the old man into the woods, and see what type of things swam in these streams.