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[indent]Mako wouldn't go as far as claiming she had a connection to Alexisa through reading her journal. It gave a glimpse of her personality but one Mako wasn't sure she could perfectly imitate. Not immediately, at least. Alexisa spoke of her squire, Iavan, the poor guy was so young and Mako was pretty sure he was among the dead there. She didn't have the guts to return and find him. She didn't even know what he looked like. Heavens, what would his parents think when she returned without him? A problem for another time. One thing at a time, Mako, one thing at a time.

Alexisa wrote about a fishing village a few hours north of this place. She looked up at Sigridelle. [color=00a99d]"This is the path North, right? There's apparently a small fishing village a few hours up, might be our best bet right now."[/color] It spoke of the Empire and their apparent misdeeds... whatever they were. She simply said they were horrifying. And maybe Mako didn't want to know for now. 

The warden likely kept this journal to keep her wits about her. Something to pass the time with that wasn't purely about the incoming battle or whatever she had witnessed before. 

[color=00a99d]"Alexisa sounded like a very dedicated person. Honor bound though a little bit lacking in the empathetic department."[/color] Mako claimed with a small smile on her face as she closed the journal, tucking it back safely in place. [color=00a99d]"I wonder what it would have been like to be her friend."[/color]
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