Flynn moved against the tide of players streaming out of the mine, slipping between bodies as they pushed their way toward the exits. Even though the Black-Iron Mount had several entrances, every single one of them was choked with people being forced out, and he found himself wondering just how massive the interior really was, or if the mountain had already been hollowed out entirely from within.
At the main entrance, two players stood guard, intercepting a group of rival guild miners while keeping a sharp, watchful eye on the independent prospectors shuffling past. One was a Duelist, the other a Ranger, a simple but effective frontline and backline pairing. At this stage of the game, guilds were still loose, informal things built on personal connections rather than any official system.
