Day Three Hundred Ninety Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah sent me out today to stock up on some supplies for our departure, which he believes will be soon.

Prices were noticeably higher than when the market was filled with merchants. So I wasn’t in a hurry to purchase anything. At the time I remember thinking that I would advise Elijah that we hold off until the next big market day.

I did buy a few necessities, and was about to leave when a riverboat put in and landed some passengers.

Curious, I stayed to look on. One figure stood out from the rest. Whereas most left the riverfront and dispersed, he went into the inn where we first stayed. It was the young man with a beard, Stan.

Day Three Hundred Ninety Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Today was a market day. The market stalls around our inn swelled to double their normal number, and the discordant music of haggling filled the air.

Elijah had some direction from his time in the Spirit, but could not make head nor tail of the vision. It also was unknown to me when he described it. So I suggested we retrace my steps from yesterday to see if we could turn up something similar.

It took some effort to squeeze through the morning crowds on the hunt for deals.

Finally we made it out to that other route that had intrigued me yesterday. Nothing struck us of import until we turned back. There on the milestone was the mysterious design.