15th of Last Seed 4E201
I've met a few travelers on the road. A few of them were injured, so I helped them by sharing some of my potions with them, and asked if I could walk with them in return. They agreed, though a few of them seemed  hesitant to trust me, even though I had aided them. Some even stared at me with hatred in their eyes. I shrugged it off and walked with them, thankful for at least some company. One of them keeps peeking over my shoulder, watching me write. I want to ask who they are, and why they are all wearing matching uniforms, but I don't want to press my luck. They seem scared, as if they are running from something, or someone. We've stopped, and some of the men in the front have drawn their weapons. I don't know wh...