The awning of Burmecia is still intimidating. I know that I will be welcomed with open arms, but Beatrix has voiced the concerns I have been thinking of since we started our journey. I suppose that is a good thing, though; after all, if she thought things were going to be fine when we arrived between she and the Council, she would be very much vulnerable.
I pray that the residents will not think myself an enemy to them. Beatrix mentioned that the Knights were also Alexandrian, a concern that had not passed my mind. As is the Burmecian way, allying yourself with the enemy puts you in the direct line of fire, and the soldiers are quite, pardon the cliché, "trigger-happy." Hopefully the Council will tell them that we are safe and are here to help.
I do not have much else to say; I am going to go back and talk to Steiner once we arrive at the gates, which should be in about ten minutes. For now, I must wake Beatrix up and brief her on what we are to do once inside.
Log. . .I think I'm scared.
End log seven.