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.