The beach shrank as the afternoon wore on.
It was simple arithmetic, fewer monsters meant less territory worth defending, and two teams working from opposite ends of the same coastline would eventually find themselves occupying the same stretch of sand. Don noticed the other group closing in gradually, the way you notice weather: first as a distant condition, then as something requiring attention.
When the distance finally collapsed to nothing, both parties stopped at the same moment.
A sea elf priest and a dark elf warrior. The combination wasn't unusual on paper, warriors occupied the same agile, precision-focused niche as rogues, heavy armor and weak-point attacks compensating for a constitution stat that sat as low as a thief's. Pairing one with a dedicated healer for duo grinding made obvious sense. Don had seen the setup before.
He had not seen these two people before, and yet he knew them immediately.
