A week had passed, just a week of logging in and out of this broken world, and somehow, it already felt like a good daily routine.
Me and Hailie had gotten into a rhythm as actual good friends because Eirlys weren't around much, if you could even call it that. Wake up in our respective rooms (her bed was silken and queen-sized, mine a too-clean guest room smelling like lavender detergent I didn't own), log into Darkmoon Adventure in the evening between classes, and then grind high-level areas.
Our preferred mob farm was tucked away in a rotten valley few clicks past Wroeg's Hollow, and I had discovered very quickly that it was the perfect playground for us, even when it was designed for parties ~level 30 and we're most definitely was underleveled
See, normal parties had to do the whole "protect the squishies, move the DPS, rotate aggro, don't let the backline get their skull smashed in" and shit.
