The study that John had taken her to was quaint. It was clear that while Oliver was a well respected vassal, he still didn't receive the luxuries of a higher ranking noble like Adam. She suspected that his arrival at the castle had gone rather unnoticed aside from the guards who had to approve his entry. As she stepped further into the room, her gaze landed on Oliver and Dimia. The vassal was sitting a bit rigidly as he flipped through what seemed to be a journal. Upon her entry, his gaze flickered up and he slowly lowered the book to look over at her, dipping his head formally in greeting. 

Dimia, on the other hand, was sitting with her arms crossed over her chest, glaring at the wall. As her gaze shifted onto Penelope, her nose wrinkled as if she had smelled something foul. However, despite her already less than friendly attitude, the noblewoman did give her a curt nod of acknowledgement. Penelope returned the gesture and then paused as a brief yet tense silence followed. It was quickly broken by John as he stepped out of the room. 

"I'll be taking my leave then. The guards in the halls are aware of you staying in this room so if you need anything else, feel free to ask them, sir." he told Oliver. 

"Yes. Thank you." Oliver said nodding his head appreciatively. 

John dipped his head to him and then gave Penelope a subtle, supportive nod before turning and heading out of the room. She waited for the door to shut before turning her attention back onto the couple. The knight let out a small breath and moved to take a sit in an empty chair across from the bench they were seated on. "My father told me you wanted to speak with me about the letter I sent you... So what did you want to say?" she asked curiously. 

"Right... Well.. I think it'd be wise to support your decision to end the war." Oliver explained shuffling his feet as he glanced at Dimia before looking back to Penelope. "If things are how you described, I don't see this war working out in anyone's favor."

"I'm glad to hear that and I'm thankful for your support but I have to ask, why not just respond to my letter rather than coming all the way to the castle?" Penelope asked. 

A huff came from Dimia. "Because we feel it'd be in everyone's best interest to help you more than just responding with a letter." She drummed her fingers against her arms and pursed her lips before adding, "Gavin wrote to me... He seems to be completely on board with this little plan of yours and specifically asked for us to assist you.. He's my brother so I had to agree."

Penelope suppressed a smile that threatened to take over her lips. Now it made sense why they had suddenly appeared to respond to her letter. It had likely been ignored at first due to Dimia's interference until she received whatever letter Gavin had sent her. It seemed that she owed Gavin quite a bit of thanks for giving his sister a small push to help out. 

"I see." Penelope nodded and glanced between the two with a hint of confusion in her gaze. "So how do you plan on helping then if not by letters?"  

At the question, a light seemed to spark in Dimia's previously sour gaze. A proud smirk found its way onto her lips. "With an elegant party of course! We'll invite as many noblemen and women as we can and throw a grand party that will gain their favor when it comes time for asking them to support our cause."

Penelope raised an eyebrow at the noblewoman. "A party? I'm not sure if that's the best form of approach to something like this..."

Dimia gave an annoyed look but before she could protest, Oliver jumped in. "I understand your hesitations but you'll be able to reach more people faster this way. Not to mention, people are easier to convince when they're drunk. We'll have a petition to sign at the party, a call for ends to war that all the guests will be encouraged to sign. It'd certainly be easier than collecting a ton of letters." he explained calmly. 

Penelope fell quiet for a moment as she thought over this new proposition. While a big party wasn't exactly something she wanted to do for a cause such as this, she had to admit that it could be quite effective. Nobles were drawn like flies to parties. If word got around, she could expand her reach greatly and possibly get quite a bit of support. Working alongside Dimia wasn't exactly appealing, but the knight couldn't deny that she was beginning to approve of their idea. If it worked, the end of the war could be just on the horizon.

Determination sparked in her gaze at the thought and she glanced between the two, "Alright... so how would we go about this?"