Penelope headed to her room and was quick to get into bed. However, it took her quite a while to fall asleep. The knight was tired but she was also still a bit worried about the Fischbach's and their plans. She assumed she had forced them to act carefully but perhaps the baron would be willing to risk losing favor with the king if it meant getting Crow out of the way. The thought made her cringe slightly. She hoped Crow would be able to put her advice to work quickly. Eventually the knight drifted off to sleep, having unsettling dreams about the nobles against the thief. --- The next morning the knight woke up early as planned, both due to having a decent internal clock and because of the dreams she had been having. Eager to track down the lieutenants, she changed into a new pair of clothes and slipped on her armor before heading off to find the one person she was certain would know where they were located: Tybalt. The captain of the guard monitored any guests that arrived and was responsible for having rooms fixed for visiting knights. Plus he'd also know if they had left or not. She headed out of her room and asked around to figure out where the captain was located. Luckily it didn't take too long for a guard to tell her that he was out in the training field, supervising the training of young knights. Heading out that way, she located him off to the side, standing with his arms crossed as he watched the squires practice. As she drew closer, his gaze finally flickered away from the squires and landed on her. "Need something Vermillion?" he asked with his usual gruffness. "Yes actually." Penelope dipped her head. "I was wondering if you knew anything about the southwestern lieutenants that were visiting the king? Are they still here?" "They are. I believe they're set to leave tomorrow though. Why do you ask?" "I just need to talk with them about warfront stuff." Penelope said dismissively. She looked hopefully over at the captain. "Do you happen to know where I could find them?" Tybalt shifted his gaze away from her to watching the sparring once again. "They're on the second floor, third corridor, very end. If they've already left their room for the day, I can't help you there." "Thank you." Penelope said gratefully before hurrying off once more. Since she wasn't quite sure who the lieutenants were, she was hoping to catch them at their room. Otherwise, it'd be all too possible for her to accidentally miss the group. Fortunately, it seemed that luck was on her side that day. As the knight walked down the corridor, she didn't even reach the room when the door open and the three lieutenants stepped out. She had made it just in time and was even more surprised to see a slightly familiar face amongst them. "Well, well ,well if it isn't Penelope Vermillion." the man at the front gave a small smile. He was around her age with light brown hair and pale eyes. Despite being from the warfront, he was well groomed, though she supposed that might have been because he had been at the castle for a couple of days now. "Jonathan Bur, I didn't know you became a lieutenant." Penelope smirked as she came to stop in front of the three. Jonathan had been a knight she had trained with in the very early days of her career. Of course, back then they hadn't been on the best of terms. The two had been rivals, constantly competing in missions and other such. Plus, in her opinion, Jonathan had been quite a spoiled brat in the past. However, the two had buried the hatchet a year back when they crossed paths before the war. Though she didn't quite consider him any more than an acquaintance, there were no longer any harsh feelings between the two. "It was a last minute promotion.." Jonathan said, a hint of sadness seeping into his and the other lieutenant's gazes. "But here I am." "Well, it's good to see you again." Penelope mused politely before glancing at the other two lieutenants. Off handedly, the knight noted that they were both around their ages as well and had a tiredness in their gaze. One stood with a bit more confidence while the other kept to himself and avoided eye contact. She shifted her gaze onto Jonathan. "So what are you doing here? Do you need to strategize with the king as well?" he asked curiously. "No. I'm on a temporary leave from the front. And I was actually looking for you three." Penelope said with a hopeful glance between the lieutenants. "I was hoping to discuss the war." "Well we can do it over breakfast. I don't like all this standing around." grumbled one of the lieutenants impatiently. He didn't wait for an answer and began to lead the way to the Great Hall. The quieter lieutenant glanced between the two before turning and quickly following. Penelope exchanged a glance with Jonathan, who merely shrugged his shoulders, before following after them at the back of the group besides her former rival.