"See you." Penelope offered him a small smile before turning and heading off to her own room. She rolled her shoulders and let out a small yawn. After feeling like she had been running around the castle all day, the knight was more than ready to lay down for the night, eager for the next day to come so she could possibly get some answers for Crow. 

She soon reached her room and slipped off her boots as she climbed into bed for the night. With a little bit less worry on her mind, it didn't take long for her to fall asleep once she settled down in the comfort and warmth of her bed. 

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The next morning Penelope began to stir when a firm knock sounded from her door. Tired, the knight ignored it at first and nearly fell right back to sleep until it came again, seeming to get a bit louder. She lifted her head and let out a sigh, wondering who was at her door so early in the morning. She yawned and stretched for a moment before sliding to the edge of the bed. "One moment!" she called as she located her boots. Slipping them on, she got up and stepped over to open the door, finding it was her father on the other side. 

"Morning... Did you need me for something, father?" she asked with a hint of confusion. 

"No. I came to get you because a certain vassal is requesting to speak with you." John explained crossing his arms. As she raised an eyebrow at him, he went on, "Oliver and Dimia Lenz are here to talk with you about the letter you sent him."

Her eyes widened. After silence from Oliver for the last week, Penelope assumed that he had simply chosen to ignore her call for the end of the war. He was a quiet person after all and the knight didn't doubt Dimia would disapprove of offering her any aid. To hear that he had came in person to see her rather than just sending a letter was surprising to say the least. "Oh... Ok. I'll see them now then. Where are they?" she asked.

"In one of the studies on this floor. I'll take you to them... I'd suggest straightening your appearance out a bit more before we go though." John mused with a glance at her bed hair. 

Penelope blinked and then blushed a little before nodding her head. "Right. One moment." The knight ducked back into her room, locating a comb and running it through her hair a few times. She straightened out her clothing a bit as well. She wasn't exactly on excellent terms with the Lenz's, namely Dimia, and while that normally didn't bother her, she couldn't risk losing the potential support for the end of the war. Which meant she had to be presentable and act politely. 

The knight returned to the door and stepped out of her room. Looking to her father, she gave a small nod. "Alright let's go." she said. John nodded his head and turned beginning to lead her towards the study room.