After a bit of searching the knight was able to located the captain near the great hall. She dipped her head to him as she approached. He eyed her for a moment before returning the gesture. "Hello... You're Vermillion's daughter right?" he asked. It was difficult to tell if he meant that as a good or bad since his voice was a bit gruff but his expression gave away no signs of displeasure. Regardless, she didn't dwell on it. "Yes, sir." she said politely and nodded. "I don't believe I was able to formally introduce myself before. My name's Penelope and I'm the lieutenant of a baroness named Mia Chandler." "I see..I remember you working for the castle guard before too." Tybalt crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at her. "You're pretty far from the warfront for being a lieutenant." "Yes well, my father required some assistance and I have work to take care of here. That's actually why I was coming to speak with you." Penelope explained offering a small smile. "I still have to get approval from my baron but if I do, I was wondering if I could arrange to take up a job as a guard again.. Perhaps, not as a full on guard like before since I might have to leave again before the end of the war but just a temporary position." Tybalt fell silent for a moment as he thought over her words before giving a small shrug. "Get your baroness' written approval and I'll figure out where to squeeze you in, Vermillion. You can keep the sleeping quarters you currently have." "Will do. Thank you." she said gratefully. She dipped her head to the captain before leaving him. At least she had solved one small detail of adjusting her life to the sudden change that was happening. It made the knight feel a little less overwhelmed. Now all she had to do was get Mia to let her leave the front for a while. If the baroness understood her reasonings to want to end the war, then she likely wouldn't fight her decision to leave the war front. At least, she hoped she wouldn't. Penelope focused her gaze ahead as she headed down the corridors to the waiting room where she was to meet Crow. She felt a bit of anxiousness as she wondered how his meeting with his father was going. The king would likely be rather pleased to know that Crow was taking his offer but there was still the matter of Crow wanting to leave to the outer villages. She let out a small sigh, hoping that he would prove since she knew how important it was to the thief. Penelope eventually reached the room and stepped inside. She swept her gaze over it, finding it to be empty, before she moved to sit down at the bench to wait for Crow.