It felt good to talk to Penelope so casually again. Crow felt reassured when she smirked at him and went on like nothing had changed. He stretched and nestled comfortably into the blanket pile, listening as she spoke about William and Abraxas being a cause for concern. Apparently the older knight was still too proud to even attempt learning the accent, while the younger was struggling quite a bit. The thief wondered how they might be able to make up for their ineptitude. Younis kept its borders quite closed off from Brerra, so it would be strange for the natives to see two foreign knights wandering about with a peasant and a thief in tow.

So far, their odds didn’t look good. The two kingdoms hadn’t been on good terms for almost a century. Berra’s history of greedy, power-hungry royalty was offputting to the more traditional and peace-loving rulers of Younis. They would be quick to spot and detain any suspicious characters to protect themselves from potential usurpation. Crow just hoped that he and Penelope could find a way to avoid getting dragged down with the other two. He didn’t want to deal with any more delays to his inevitable freedom.

“Sounds like a problem,” the thief nodded, keeping up his accent. He hoped that by listening to him, Penelope would better memorize and replicate the sound of it. “Well, if they get us caught, I can do my best to save you and myself from prison. I don’t know about those two though.” He shrugged. “It’s one thing to convince a Younisian soldier that two Brerratic knights took a local villager and his wife captive. It’s quite another beast to convince them that we were all on the same side and mean the king no harm to begin with. I don’t think anyone would buy that lie for a second.”