[B]Minerva[/B] - [I]Deal with a Devil[/I]

The man spoke, and gave orders atop that to remove her weapons from her. A frown creased her lips behind the casque she wore, surely he didn't intend to keep them indefinitely, yet such cognition failed to make such confiscation any less inconvenient. She herself was a weapon, the sword and shield were simply accessories.

More likely than not he'd request she remove her armor too. 

So as the thieves approached, some more lecherous than others, she slowly raised her fingertips up to the belt that held her swords to her backside and unfastened it. With a heavy clang that resounded with the weight such weapons possessed, the heavy slam of the shield finding the floor also denoted her disarmament. 

Reaching up to iust beneath her chin, the heavy helmet came unfastened, and piercing eyes of azure came to be revealed as the helm was removed. Chestnut hair came cascading downward as gauntleted fingertups fiddled with the belts holding the chest plate came undone. The heavy waist plates, thigh, and legplates all came clattering down in a haphazard pile.

Pure white silk came to view beneath it all, and more importantly, the family crest of the Fairchild Family on her hip. Those of noble merchanthood based in Lindblum, anyone from such a city would easily recognize the name.

What had once been a heavily armored Knight evidently came to be an elegantly dressed, and remarkably striking girl in her early twenties. The only armor that remained were the gauntlets about her arms, and in all this process, she did not remove her eyes from Cassius. Glaring at him almost accusingly.

"Is this satisfactory?" She quipped sullenly, with her palms opened to indicate a lack of hidden weaponry. "If so, I will be on my way to my charge, [I]Thief[/I]."