[The Bloody Bay Fleet]

The Admiral regarded the guards before him with an arched look, his eyes... were wrong in some way that eluded proper identification, it might be their color, or the pupils in the orbs, but no one could say for certain. The other eye, the bestial one in his chestplate, spun and rolled madly as it regarded the proud guards of Bastion that had approached the pair of leaders.

It was the Bosun who spoke first, breaking a tense silence that had begun to form between the almost eldritch admiral and the guards. "We were assisted quite well, the Dock Master Oshall is a commendable woman, though we thought not to bother her with our... full retinue." The Bosun smiled kindly to the guards, trying to offset the oddness of the Admiral. "Why, Mr. Walsh, we would be happy to be escorted to the Queen as swiftly as you lead us." The soft, easy going grn turned slightly into a sardonic smirk. "These most pressing times do require some urgency, especially from those pressed into it."

The guards might have heard some tightly held back snorts or chuckles escape from the most senior Blades and even the two captains who have joined the Admiral, Tattone and Mackay. Whether or not they paid any heed to the manner of the captains was immaterial, as silence quickly returned. It was broken by the Admmiral, speaking for the first time since setting foot on the docks of the capital. "Mister MacDonnaugh, save your pleasantries for the Crown, yes? These men must be anxious to see their duty done." He nodded to the guard who had given his name, "Mister Walsh, lead and we shall follow."