Minerva Fairchild - The Lion's Fang

Through the whole debacle of the Master announcing the guild's intention and the discontent or contentment of members when it came to the notion of attacking the council, Minerva simply frowned. It was a rather dramatic and overly open-handed maneuver when it came down to the line of thought if this ordeal was even worth it. Risking not only the lives of those who stepped forward, this sort of offensive would inherently also risk even the families of those involved! Was it really worth it to try and save someone who was likely not even with the realm of the living any longer?

Could it be that the guildmaster had some sort of recklessly blind ambition she wasn't announcing?

Suspicion rose, and her eyes subtly narrowed.

Glancing sideways to Damian, the A-Ranked magi would finally speak. "I concur with your idea. Subtlety is key with limited or no use of magic at all. We stand as a guild united, however it is simply just that. We are fleas compared to the numerical might and advantage of the Council. Attacking openly would mean a declaration of war, a declaration of our guild to be a darkened one, and putting what family we do have also at risk. Do not be so childish as to think that risking the lives of so many just for one is simply 'playing it safe'. It is a legitimate concern to think that one might be branded a Dark Mage and then promptly executed trying to rescue someone."

Shrugging this notion nonchalantly aside, her precise gaze looked back up to Jaime then. "All of that aside, my Magic is more subtle than most. If you'd like for me to infiltrate the council, the Fairchild family name will not only get me inside, but allow me to be unescorted. I volunteer for such a task."