Penelope was deathly worried.
Not for her life, or for the valuables that were currently getting pillaged. No.
She was worried that her young lord might've already been dead before the bandit attack.
She hadn't known better, that he was in his special place: his dreamscape.
That he was safely tucked away in the mind of his mind, learning more about himself from his spirit guide.
Unfortunately, Penelope did not know any of this, so she assumed him dead.
Of course, how would she know? It was not natural for a person to be sleeping so soundly while his room was being wrecked and plundered by bloodthirsty bandits.
Suddenly, Penelope's eyes widened. The merchant leader stopped rummaging around for a moment, and began to walk towards Kion with his knife drawn.
Her heart sank deeper when he grabbed Kion by the arm, observing the gleaming gold bracelet that adorned his wrist.
The bracelet had an encrusted sigil of the twin heads of a dragon: the Royal symbol of Stormholt.
