Penelope swung the strap of the bag over her shoulder, flinching slightly as the battle cry sounded from outside the wagon. She nodded her head to Crow and followed his lead as he crept out of the wagon. She followed as they ran towards the alley way, only to come to an abrupt stop as a man stood in their way. The peasants of Younis were certainly quick to aid the knights and it was quickly becoming annoying to her.

Luckily, the man was quick to buy Crow’s story, even going so far as to try and help them. She followed the others remaining quiet and she glanced over her shoulder towards where they had left behind William and Abraxas. She doubted the fight lasted long considering the two Brerra knights were outnumbered. She turned her attention back over to the others as they reached the end of the passage and came upon the peasant’s house. 

As they made their way inside, Penelope dipped her head to Malcom’s offer of shelter and food. “Thank you, sir.” She said politely. 

“Home already, dear?” Came the voice of Lorelle as peaked her head out from their small kitchen. The woman blinked as she noticed the three and stepped out to find out what was going on. She was a thin and tall woman with light blonde hair. Despite evidence of her age, she was still pretty. Her clothes had a couple stains from cooking. “Oh, hello.” She greeted the three before shifting her gaze to look questioningly at her husband. “Who are these people, Malcom?”

“This is Hartley, Dante, and Farah. They’re from Darly. They were taken prisoner by some Brerratics pretending to be knights!” He explained to his wife. The man shook his head and shot the group a look of pity. Lorelle blinked in surprise but didn’t seem to hold the same empathy as her husband did for them. 

“I see.” Lorelle said with a slow nod. 

Penelope glanced between the two and quickly switched on her Younisian accent. “Ah, we won’t be staying long. We’re just going to wait for everything to settle down outside.” She assured the woman. “We wouldn’t want to cause you folk any trouble.”

“It’s no trouble at all!” Malcom said dismissively. Lorelle merely nodded her head in agreement. 

“Well, make yourselves comfortable. Dinner will be ready shortly.” Lorelle said before she glanced over to Penelope. “Farah, why don’t you come with me? We’ll have a bit of girl time and let the men talk.” The peasant woman said with a fake inviting smile. Penelope was quickly getting the feeling that Lorelle wasn’t as generous as her husband.

“Sure.” Penelope said hesitantly with a small nod. She glanced briefly at Crow and Hartley before turning and following Lorelle.