Today I finished my journey to Illinois. I was exhausted! My boss had let me journey here on foot and it took several days to get here. But I had brought some money and found myself somewhere to stay for the night. As I went to the dining room to get some "grub" as my boss called it, I ran into a more elderly man who had a gun on him. As we went down, I noticed he had a knife that looked like the ones me and my boss made.
"Hey, I, made that knife you have." I mentioned.
He spun his head around and said, "Yeah. I traded some fur for it."
Then, we started talking like best friends. He said he had come from Carolina and was just here for a short stay. He would fight as a militia ranger for the patriots. His job was as a froniersman. He said something about how his father died in some small fighting by the Penn colony a while ago. He also said he was 51.
Then I told him some about myself. How I came to the colonies. How I got an apprenticeship as a Vulcan. But I had to be careful because I had came from the future. I didn't say anything that might affect things now.