Penelope shook her head at his question. "No..." she muttered. She paused before briefly bending down and slipping the dagger out of her boot. She gripped the handle tightly, seeming rather on edge. "William would have never left the wagon unguarded... Whether he left Abraxas alone or something happened...," the knight shook her head,"Either way, it means trouble."

It was a bit unnerving to think that someone had gotten the better of William. He was always sharp and observant, which meant they could be dealing with someone rather dangerous. "Stick close for now." she muttered to him before continuing closer towards the wagon. 

Penelope stepped cautiously. She hoped that it was just paranoia getting the best of her. However, instincts told her otherwise as it felt like an empty silence as she moved closer. The knight didn't bother to call out to her comrades, finding it better to try and maintain a sense of stealth.... If that was still possible.