Day One Hundred Thirteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I was so far west, I did not have time enough to get back before the gate closed. A local denizen, however swept me off the street. Kip guessed my plight and kindly offered a place to spend the night.

I’m very thankful. He is the only one that I’ve met who didn’t have an outright animus towards me, the poser of questions.

I asked him where I could find the rulers of the city. He didn’t seem to think that a very good idea and added people usually went out of their way to avoid their notice.

He explained that they’ve been adverse to strangers ever since large numbers migrated out of the east.

I need to inform Lyle.