When Crow and Penelope got close to the camp, the thief felt his heart begin to race as he heard voices he didn’t recognize. The knights had found them. He strained to listen for the other thieves as they neared the edge of the ravine, hoping both that he would hear them, so he would know they were still alive and that he wouldn’t hear them, because that meant there was a chance they had escaped. Feeling stressed, he followed Penelope’s lead as she took his hand to guide him to a cluster of bushes near the edge of the ravine where they could watch the knights without being seen.

Once they were hidden, he crept as close to the hillside as he could get, peering over the edge in dismay as he watched the patrols tear apart the camp. While it was discouraging to see them ruin the hideout he and the other thieves had worked so hard to build, he was more concerned with locating his companions amongst the small crowd. His nervous green eyes swept over the ravine as he looked for signs of Simon, Rikki, and Alistair. However, it didn’t seem like they were there. He felt himself relax as he realized they had gotten away safely.

Now able to focus on the scene in front of him more clearly, Crow watched as the patrols collected all of the supplies the thieves had stolen from the Brerratic and Younisian knights. He clenched his hands into fists, feeling a pang of frustration. All of their hard work to prolong the next battle had been wasted. With the weapons back in the hands of the knights, there was nothing stopping them from engaging with Younis again.

He cursed under his breath, and then glanced at Penelope as she spoke up in a whisper. “They’re probably on their way to our meeting spot by now,” he nodded, pushing aside his annoyance with the situation to focus on the next step. “We should start heading that way.”

Drawing back quietly from the edge of the ravine, he casted a quick look around the area to make sure they were alone and then stood up straight again. Once they were both ready to go, he took the lead again, guiding Penelope southeast towards the villages of Azmar and Farhill, where he hoped the other thieves would be waiting.

After they had walked far enough from the ravaged hideout that he felt confident they wouldn’t be overheard, Crow turned to Penelope with a curious look, “So… with all of those knights being sent out to look for us, how did you manage to slip away? I would have thought you would be heading your own patrol, since you’re a lieutenant and all. Isn’t anyone going to notice you’re gone?”