Penelope made her way out to the stables and was able to locate a messenger that would be headed to the northern outer villages as well as a different one for the other barons she had written located further south. It came as a relief to the knight to be able to get the letters off in time. While she'd likely only have to wait a couple days longer for different messengers to take them, it was just better to get them out as quickly as she possibly could. With only two months to make progress on the end of the war, time was not on her side.

She began to make her way across the courtyard and let out a small yawn. As she made her way back into the castle, she dipped her head to Tybalt as she noticed him stepping outside. He paused as he spotted her and then began to walk towards her. Realizing he likely had something to tell her, she moved to meet him. 

"Ah there you are Vermillion." he sighed crossing his arms. "I was trying to find you."

"Sorry. I had letters to send off." Penelope explained with a shrug. "What did you need from me sir?"

"I just wanted to tell you what your shifts are going to be for this week." Tybalt explained. "Starting tomorrow you'll have the night shift on the third floor, second hall for two days. After that, you'll switch over to midday front gates for the rest of the week."

Penelope nodded her head as he gave her a quick summary of where she was going to be stationed for the coming days. It was interesting to hear that she'd be stationed over night at the hallway near Crow's room. Though she wouldn't be able to really spend any time with him while on watch, she was at least glad to be close by.  "Alright. Thank you." she said dipping her head. He returned the gesture and the two continued on their separate paths. 

The knight ran a hand through her hair, trying to smooth it down as she headed to the Great Hall. As she suspected, she managed to make it just in time for the tail end of breakfast. The crowd was dwindling down, leaving plenty of empty seats, and she was unable to spot any familiar faces. Well, at least not friendly ones. She offhandedly spotted Fischbach who sent a glare her way once he looked up from his meal. Thinking she must have missed her friends and Crow, she moved to take a seat at one of the empty tables and waited for her breakfast.