Aimil pursed her lips at her steward, "I'm not Your Lady anymore," she reminded him, her tone was soft, but the pain was there. At least they could agree that caution would win this for them, but the idea of allies was puzzling.<br/><br/>"Who would be willing to attack the right-hand man to the King Reagent?" She asked in a hushed tone, leaning forward over the table. Aimil sighed heavily and folded her hands over each other on the table, wringing them to keep them busy.<i>'Who would have been willing to attack us?'</i>her mind countered, she only became more sullen. "And how would we find them? Put up flyers?" There was a hint of old humor in her tone, but it was quickly swallowed up by the sound of combat in the other room. She tilted her head to the door when it was over in only a few moments. As the strangers emerged she eyed them up, twice on the tall blonde warrior, but the eyes of her father's oldest friends made her turn away.<br/><br/>The banter was amusing, but the drunken words of a man at the bar caught her attention, 'and some other guy from Highever', it was enough to lift her head. She made a face at Valerius and sat up in her seat further to peer out. It seemed to be an unsuccessful attempt to bed someone, and the warrior woman settled back down. "Perhaps we should buy some swords?" She pulled out her own coin purse, no longer did it overflow, but she had enough to get them along for a little while longer.