The two noblewomen continued on their normal path back to camp. Their talking died down a bit as they headed through the forest and a comfortable silence fell over them. That is, until a dagger suddenly cut past Jane's head and sunk into a tree in front of them. The physician let out a startled yelp and quickly shifted behind Penelope with wide eyes. Instinctively, the knight drew her sword and whirled around to face their unknown attacker. 

"What the hell is going on?" Jane asked warily as her gaze flickered around the forest, looking for a sign of movement. 

"I'm not sure.." Penelope mumbled as she eyed the direction from where the dagger had come from. Despite the sudden attack the forest was quiet and it seemed no one was coming forward to attack them again. She found it a bit strange since their attacker had waited much too long to take advantage of their initial surprise. The knight's gaze wandered back over to the dagger that was embedded in the tree. After looking at it a second time, she noticed the owl feather that was tied to it. "Strange.." She muttered to herself. 

It seemed to indicate that the dagger had been a message rather than an actual attack. The thought made her eyes widen slightly. She didn't know many people who would have used a bird's feather as a message but she did have one guess. [i]Is it Crow?[/i] She wondered, glancing back in the direction the dagger had come from. Perhaps she was just too desperate to see him but she did recall his story about his name so it seemed possible enough. Her heart raced excitedly but the knight tried to keep a level head. After all, it was difficult to tell from just a feather, which wasn't even a crow's feather. There could very easily be an actual enemy waiting to attack them. 

"Jane, get back to camp. I'll deal with whoever's trying to attack us." she finally ordered to the physician. Regardless if it was Crow or an enemy, the physician needed to get back safely. Luckily Jane didn't question her and nodded her head before quickly taking off towards the camp. Penelope watched her go for a moment before turning back to face the unknown person. Uncertain if it was truly Crow, she kept her sword drawn as she stepped towards where the dagger had come from, ready to fight if it wasn't him. "Crow?" She called out cautiously.