Penelope felt a small wave of embarassment wash over her as he assured her that it what he was speaking of didn’t mean his death. Admittedly, confusion also followed and took over. She sat in a brief silence as their wagon slowed to a halt and tried to wrap her mind around what he had been speaking about. [i]What other way can a person be destroyed?[/i] She wondered with a small frown. She guessed emotionally for a moment but to her, that certainly didn’t seem to fit with what Crow was talking about. The knight barely picked up on his words once Crow spoke again.

Her head lifted and she looked at him, only catching the last bit of words that came out of his mouth. Her gaze flickered away from him towards the window of the bustling marketplace. “Ah, right.” She mumbled with a nod. “I mean, right.” She corrected herself, putting on the best accent she could. The knight rose from her seat and hopped out of the wagon, admittedly glad to be able to stretch out her legs for a bit. 

“Alright. Let’s make this quick. And don’t go drawing any unwanted attention.” came the low growl of William, who was clearly looking towards the thief and trying to keep his voice quiet so it’s lack of accent didn’t cause for any suspicion.

“We’ll be fine. It’s only a quick break. We’ve still got a schedule to stick to after all.” Penelope assured her comrade, managing to keep up her accent decently. She took a couple steps away from the wagon to survey the busy marketplace. Unfamiliar smells wafted around her, some good and bad. Something certainly smelled delicious but the knight couldn’t pinpoint what it was. She noted that the Younisian marketplace wasn’t completely different from the ones she had experienced in her own kingdom. Both seemed to be filled with people, things and smells. Though it did lack the comfort of familiarity to the knight and left her wondering where to even go. She glanced over her shoulder towards Crow, figuring that he would work which way to go. “So where to first?” She asked him.