Ever since the first night, my progress slowed significantly.
By the time the third sun rose and set, the size of the map hardly increased, and whatever new distance had been covered, was simply not enough.
I needed to move faster, but...
'They're back again... Bastards...'
Every day, from dawn till dusk, packs and packs of those furry dwarfs would chase and harass me almost every other hour, continuously swapping attitudes between unleashing an endless assault of pesky projectiles at me and fleeing for their lives.
They didn't pose much of a threat to my life, but damn was it annoying.
Every time another group of them arrived, I would find it impossible to rest for just a moment. Running away also wouldn't solve the issue since they'd just chase me, and so I'd end up just constantly chasing them down and slaughtering them.
Of course, I didn't want to if I could help it, but I couldn't think of anything else to solve the problem.
