Penelope side glanced at him and a gave a faint smirk. "Well.. It's certainly not our faults you made a poor career choice." Her voice was more teasing than cold for once. She seemed content for the time being as she sat there. 

But it was very short lived. There was a distinct sound of the snapping of a twig that made Penelope become more tense. Part of her had expected it to be William and she looked around for the older knight. However, she quickly learned that it was not him that made the noise as the silence dragged out.  She gave Crow a serious look, trying to tell him to remain silent. Another noise soon was heard and it sounded closer. They had been followed.

Penelope's hand darted towards the dagger in her boot only to stop half way. She wouldn't be able to fight properly if she remained chained to Crow. With a frustrated look she changed course and instead pulled out the key. Her movements were swift as she plugged in the key and unlocked the chains on their wrists. She barely moved to grab the dagger in her boot when she felt the icey touch of metal against her neck. She had been too slow.

"A knight without her sword is about as useful as a thief with no hands." came the cruel voice of her attacker. It was a woman with light blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Upon closer inspection, one could guess that she was of the noble class, despite wearing commoner clothing. Her hands looked delicate and oblivious to the hardships of manual labor. She wielded the sword with some skill though. 

Penelope figured that this woman had been planning to attack them on their trip back to the inn, likely having some respect for their current surroundings. However, she was driven to attack sooner once the female knight had realized that they were being followed.