Without wasting any time, the group departed. Alas, after a few kilometers Jake quickly became frustrated by Will' slowness. If he had gone hunting alone as he had originally intended, he probably could have covered five or six times that distance.
This was the price he had to pay for spending most of his Ordeal scribing for a crooked Myrmidian. Jake was really wondering what Will got out of it, because he was absolutely certain that this was what the four-eyed man wanted.
And unlike others, he was a man who had proved he wasn't shy or lazy about trying. He could also be counted on, or at least he had proved himself to be trustworthy until now.
So Jake couldn't bring himself to leave him behind. He didn't have many friends, but he knew someone worth befriending.
However, exasperated to see him sweating profusely at the modest pace of a world-class marathon runner, Jake couldn't help but ask the question on the tip of his tongue.
