As night fell, Penelope reluctantly got ready to meet Crow. She was careful as she slipped out of the camp and began to travel to Myrefall, feeling anxious at the thought of meeting with him. It'd be easy if she was able to push down what she felt for the thief. She could have turned on him, helped her brother rather than just forcing herself between them, and cut ties with Crow all together. While it might have been the more logical thing to do, Penelope could never bring herself to turn on Crow so easily, even now as she was still recovering from the injury he gave her. 

The knight let out a sigh as she stepped into the tavern, silently bracing herself as she looked around for Crow. However, the thief wasn't there yet. [i]Perhaps he won't even come after that..[/i] She thought to herself with a small frown. She glanced over her shoulder, tempted to simply leave and return back to camp. While it was tempting, she decided to wait for him a little while. She had beaten him to the tavern before so perhaps she had just gotten there early. 

Penelope moved and sat down at an empty table. She ordered a drink and quietly waited for Crow, shifting uneasily as she thought about what to say to him. 

As time passed, she began to wonder if he was going to show up at all. The knight looked down at her nearly finished drink and frowned to herself. [i]What was I expecting?[/i] She shook her head and lifted the mug up to finish it off. [i]Even if he did come, would it matter? Does he even care about what he did? Or is he just worried I set some sort of trap for him after that?[/i] Her anger began to rise again but with it a feeling of betrayal and hurt. Penelope let out a long sigh and slowly stood up. It seemed there was no point in waiting around any longer so she began to head off towards the door.