August, 1st, 2033
I’ve been moving north along the coast.
The fires started by the Threak two days ago took hold and with a steady wind whipping up from the south it wasn’t long before they chased me from my camp. It’s been a day and a half of difficult hiking and I’m feeling every inch of the trip. My feet are blistered and swollen and my shoulder and back muscles spasm under the weight and cut of my pack.
I’ve seen better days.