Penelope walked slowly to the Great Hall, thinking about what her day would look like. The Lenz's hadn't given her any heads up about what she would be doing yet but the knight assumed there must be something. All the preparation had been done so now it was just a matter of executing properly. Aside from that, she knew that her afternoon would be focused on getting prepared for the actual event. It had been quite a while since she had taken a bath and knowing she would have to dress to impress, had to take one before the party. 

As she reached the Great Hall, she was just about to step in through the doors when someone else stepped out. The knight managed to stop herself before colliding into the person that was exiting and took a step back to allow them room to pass. Her green eyes fell on the person's face and blinked as she realized she had almost stepped right into her own father. John quirked an eyebrow up at his daughter and parted his lips slightly to say something. He didn't get the chance though as other nobles came passing through to enter the Great Hall. Wanting to get away from the traffic, he stepped to the side and gestured for his daughter to do the same. Despite only accidentally crossing paths, it seemed her father wished to speak with her. 

Penelope obeyed and stepped over to join John as they stood off to the side of the Great Hall. "Sorry about almost running into you, father." she said with a small, apologetic dip of her head. 

"It's alright." John mused. He eyed her for a moment. "You're thinking too much about the party, aren't you?"

Penelope let out a small sigh. "Something like that... It's just the only chance we have to end the war like—" she paused, glancing around before lowering her voice,"—like Toreus advised me to. If it doesn't go well, then I don't know what's going to happen... I don't think I'll have the time to come up with a different plan. I'm sure Collin's learning fast enough to meet the king's goal of sending him off to Gorm."

"He's doing well." John agreed. He looked down at his daughter and rested a hand on her shoulder. "Regardless of what happens, you gave it your best. I have a feeling that means everything will go fine. The gods wouldn't have chosen you otherwise."

"I hope you're right." Penelope sighed. Still appreciative of his words, she gave her father a small smile. 

"I'm your father, of course I'm right." John shrugged, with a small trace of amusement in his normally stoic gaze. "I have matters to see to with Tybalt today so I likely won't make the party." he announced as he began to turn to leave. However he paused, and glanced over his shoulder. "I'm sure you'll be busy so come speak with me either afterwards or tomorrow morning. I'd like to hear about how it went."

Penelope nodded her head. "I'll stop by your room when I can." she promised, dipping her head respectfully to her father. He nodded his head approvingly and then turned walk off. Penelope did the same and finally stepped into the Great Hall. Briefly she scanned over the tables for her friends but not spotting any of them at the moment, moved to take a seat at one of the empty tables she had spotted instead.