There's an old saying: don't bite the hand that feeds you.
SoulSync had already treated Marcus to a lavish dinner in town. It was hard to turn someone down after that, especially when you genuinely liked the guy. First impressions mattered to Marcus more than he let on, and SoulSync had made a good one back in the Newbie Village. When they had teamed up to take down that early game monster.
Marcus had noticed the way SoulSync handled himself: calm under pressure, technically sharp, never shouting over comms, never panicking. He was not the loudest player in the room, nor the flashiest, but he was steady, sincere, and the kind of person you could trust to hold the line behind you.
"Alright, I'm in," Marcus said at last. "Just don't expect me to carry."
