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 Eighty evening #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enoch writes:

Mary had enough to pay for passage on a riverboat down to a riverfront town which is a hub for roads in the area.

Many refugees have preceded us, but we are told they are keeping to roads that run further inland. They are avoiding the one that we must take to our intended destination.

No one knows why.

Day Three Hundred Seventy Nine evening #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enoch writes:

We have been through a dozen villages. All deserted. The one ahead shows signs of habitation, but its gate is closed. Probably too many refugees have trekked this way.

We shall skirt around it and camp down by the river on the far side.

Mary hopes to catch a riverboat there.