Nate exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair in frustration as he trudged forward behind the injured man. His patience, which had already been wearing thin, was almost nonexistent at this point. The sun had shifted position in the sky, and his legs ached from the endless walking. The dry wind carried the scent of sand and distant vegetation, but nothing else indicated they were close to their destination.
He narrowed his eyes at the man limping ahead, gripping the spear for support. The guy was moving at a steady pace despite his injury, but Nate had been holding onto a particular grievance for a while now, and he couldn't keep it in any longer.
"I thought you said we'd get there shortly," Nate muttered, irritation lacing his voice. "Then why does it feel like we've been walking forever?"