[I]Minerva[/I] - [B]Friend or Foe?[/B]

With all the chaos that was now onboard the ship, one of the crewmen actually had the gall to stop and ask her if she was their ally, or if she wasn't. Beatrix had retreated, unwillingly at least, and her last words rang true beyond any possible doubt. 

She did have her orders. Remembering this, she sheathed one sword smoothly with ansharp, precise click back into the place where it belonged. Hauntingly as ever, the abysmal black eyelets never left the brigand who dared to inquire of intention.

Reaching over her shoulder, the heavy round shield she bore, the other half of the fabled [I]Caladbolg[/I], came into place on her forearm.

"I have but one duty." She stated sharply, "One which bears greater purpose than your foolish endeavor." She took one step forward towards him; and more importantly, the below decks. 

Another step then, with the chainmail beneath the plate armor chiming menacingly with every continuance of her procession. "My duty is the surety and safety of the Princess, and you will [B]not[/B] stand in my way."

Every step she partook that drew her closer to him seemed more menacing than the last. Yet there was a key note hidden by which she said; her orders were simple and they would be followed to the letter.

She was to insure that Garnet was fine. But nothing was said about returning her to the Queen. Just has Beatrix had said eariler that day. Even the Lieutenant didn't know why. Something was going on behind the scenes, she could practically place her finger on it. But that in itself would not reveal the truth.

All she knew was that orders were meant to be followed, at least it seemed she'd get to see her family in Lindblum after a few long years. 

Deftly twirling the luminescent sword in her grasp, she prowled forward with her shield confidently at her side. "Move aside, now."