[b]Minerva Fairchild[/b] -- [i]The Lion's Fang[/i]

While the world around her seemed so willing to remain tranquil, the sudden commotion from the Mess Hall sharply drew Minerva's attention. A long sigh passed between her lips in bitter resignation. There was always melodrama in the mornings it seemed, usually from an external force. By the lack of familiarity she found within the voice that had been so boisterous, the Lioness assumed it was precisely that. Letting one last breath escape between her nostrils so that she could find her temperance, Minerva strode smartly from the secluded garden and towards the Mess Hall.

While their newfound company had been mostly annoying if anything at all, she still easily held to her military bearing as the precise sound of her plate armored heels marked her entrance into the mess hall from one opposite end. A swift study of the attentions of others easily enabled her to discern the location of the disturbance as her one-eyed gaze fell upon the boy and his...accompaniment. Silence had lingered since his intrusion and interruption, and settling one hand upon the hilt of Durendal, the Lion's Fang, an infamous Knight among the ranks of her peers would be the first to approach them. 

Her cadence was swift, but ever precise as she approached with a demure of confidence, perhaps even arrogance that could be best described as unrivaled. Yet it was never put to words as stood just a few feet distant, her singular eye studying the ranks of his company carefully as a light frown began to tug just lightly at one corner of her lips. Not a single one of them would be a challenge to her, she could sense it, she could [i]feel[/i] it, and her hand fell off the hilt of her sword as a result. She didn't even doubt that she could easily defeat them unarmed. 

[b]"You shall make no demands here,"[/b] Minerva began in a flat, but passive tone. [b]"The Captain answers to no one, especially impudent children who believe they are privileged to her presence."[/b] Despite her negative response to his demand, Minerva swept herself into a low, formal, and effortlessly graceful bow. Marking her as one of the Nobles' court as well, she obliged the boy by giving her information to him. [b]"My name is Lady Minerva Fairchild,"[/b] she stated ever smoothly, [b]"here, I am called the Lion's Fang."[/b] Rising once more from her bow, her arms tightly folded beneath her chest in a guarded fashion as her glare towards the boy seemed filled with burning, righteous conviction. 

Before him stood the Knight that had defeated one of the most horrific Magi of their age, her own father no less, in brutal fashion. [b]"Tell me why you are here,"[/b] She began again, her brows furrowing with a display of slight, but subtle anger. [b]"And it ought to be a good reason. Less I will remove you from our sacred grounds. With...or without your limbs intact."[/b]

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