Onainat lifted her bowl to her lips and polished off her soup. When she was done she pushed the bowl toward the center of the table and looked back at Ulbarich.
"You don't gamble do you? Sometimes people will try to kill gamblers, especially the good ones," she said. "But that's mainly because most good ones cheat a little."
She paused.
"You don't look like a cheater. So what is it?"
Onainat was all out of guesses. Although, maybe he slept with someone's wife. That could get someone to hire a bunch of thugs. Yet that pointed to dishonorable behavior again. Onainat didn't really think the Captain would be sleeping with someone's wife. She was about to search around for more ale and give up when a thought occurred to her. A very smart thought. She thought.
She kicked Vedette under the table.
"Hey," Onainat said. "Hey, we should help him while we're here doing...well...nothing. And not talking to the Prince. And not going to parties. Helping might be good. People are trying to kill him!"
Onainat looked back at Ulbarich. She smiled.
"We could help you stop people from killing you, right?"