Sir William stayed only a week visiting the other server, but his visit was long enough to convince him of ex-guild member’s being most comfortably settled, and of her possessing such a tank and such a GM as were not often met with. While Sir William was with them, Mr. Collins devoted his morning to power leveling them, and speaking at length on how they might make their own money on the Auction House; but when he went away, the whole guild returned to their usual employments, and Elizabeth was thankful to find that they saw less of Mr. Collins by the alteration, for the chief of the time in the morning was now passed by him either at work picking herbs or in searching out achievement points, and being always at the ready should his GM log on. The activities in which the others engaged was that of questing in low level areas. Elizabeth had at first rather wondered that Charlotte should prefer spending so much time with them on her main; but she soon saw that her friend had an excellent reason for what she did, for Mr. Collins would undoubtedly have been much less in his own activities, had Charlotte herself been leveling a new character; and she gave Charlotte credit for the arrangement.
Very few days passed in which Mr. Collins did not raid with <Rosings>, and not many in which his healer did not think it necessary to go likewise; and till Elizabeth recollected that there might be other rewards to be disposed of, she could not understand the sacrifice of so many hours. Now and then they were honoured with a bit of conversation from her ladyship, and nothing escaped her observation that was passing in the guild during these visits. She examined into their professions, looked at their skill level, and advised them to do it differently; found fault with the use of the crafted materials; or detected the fishing in negligence.
Elizabeth soon perceived, that though this great lady was not in commission of the peace of the server, she was a most active magistrate in her own guild, the minutest concerns of which were carried to her by Mr. Collins; and whenever any of the members were disposed to be quarrelsome, discontented, or too poor, she sallied forth into the forums to settle their differences, silence their complaints, and scold them into harmony and plenty.
The entertainment of a run through from Lady Catherine was repeated about twice a week; and, allowing for the loss of Sir William, every such entertainment was the counterpart of the first. Their other engagements were few, as the style of being accepted in the guild in general was beyond Mr. Collins’s reach. This, however, was no evil to Elizabeth, and upon the whole she spent her time comfortably enough; there were half-hours of pleasant conversation with Charlotte, and the economy on this server was generally so favorable for those with an excess of lower level materials that she spent much time running between the bank and the auction house.
In this quiet way, the first fortnight of her visit soon passed away. Noblegarden was approaching, and the week preceding it was to bring an addition to the guild <Rosings>, which in so small a circle must be important. Elizabeth had heard soon after her arrival that Mr. Darcy was expected there in the course of a few weeks, and though there were not many of her acquaintances whom she did not prefer, his coming would furnish one comparatively new to look at in their <Rosings> parties, and she might be amused in seeing how hopeless Caroline’s designs on him were, by his behaviour to the GM’s daughter, for whom he was evidently destined by Lady Catherine, who talked of his coming with the greatest satisfaction, spoke of him in terms of the highest admiration, and seemed almost angry to find that he had already been frequently seen by herself.
His arrival was soon known on the server; for Mr. Collins was refreshing his “Who List” every few seconds, in order to have the earliest assurance of it, and after seeing him finally appear online sent immediate word to Lady Catherine. On the following moment he hastened to send a tell to pay his respects. There were two new raiders of Lady Catherine to require them, for Mr. Darcy had brought with him a Colonel Fitzwilliam, the alt of a somewhat famous raider, and, to the great surprise of all the party, the gentlemen instantly greeted everyone in the guild and offered to queue for a random heroic. Charlotte was asked to heal and sent a tell to her friend:
“I may thank you, Eliza, for this piece of civility. Mr. Darcy would never have come so soon to wait upon me.”
Elizabeth had scarcely time to disclaim all right to the compliment, before the party was formed, and shortly afterwards the instance was cleared in record time. Colonel Fitzwilliam, who led the dps charts, was well geared, not arrogant, but in person and address most truly the gentleman. Mr. Darcy tanked just as he had before in perfect silence — and paid his compliments, with his usual reserve, to the whole party after the run had ended.
Colonel Fitzwilliam entered into guild chat conversation directly with the readiness and ease of a well-bred man, and talked very pleasantly; but Mr. Darcy, after having addressed a slight observation on the amount of progression, sat for some time without speaking to anybody. At length, however, his civility was so far awakened as to inquire of Elizabeth after the state of her guild. She answered him in the usual way, and after a moment’s pause, added:
“Jane has been on your home server these three months. Have you never happened to see her there?”
She was perfectly sensible that he never had; but she wished to see whether he would betray any consciousness of what had passed between the Mr. Bingley and Jane, and she thought he looked a little confused as he answered that he had never been so fortunate as to meet Jane. The subject was pursued no farther, and the gentlemen soon afterwards went away.