"Because I know exactly where he is." Stellar looked down at the floor, her burned and charred helmet partially melted away from the magical blast that should have rent the flesh from her skull like warm butter. Her dreams had not been her own since that night. Her Princess had taken special notice of her, having known the human's whereabouts. That was, once she had gotten over her… moderate shock that the ship the human was on sailing to Manehatten had been the very same one her guards were on.