95 (95) The Short Man

*Sigh*

A long, drawn-out sigh came from a branch in the forest.

Filthy was staring off into the distance about half a mile behind him. He knew that Geth needed this guy... But he was so slow!

'It's no wonder he got his ass handed to him. He's barely improved since waking up!' Filthy thought.

The distance between the two dungeons was, at most, 150 miles. He hadn't even taken 5 hours to make it to them.

It irritated him that he was so close to Jen and the kids. It didn't matter. He hadn't had the time to stop.

When Filthy first learned about the size of the place, he had worried a bit about traveling and transportation. Now that he had over 100 points in Agility, he wasn't concerned with it.

He had estimated that he was running close to 35 miles an hour during his trip. It wasn't his top speed, either.