An accord is made.

The Akkadian watches as the auburn haired thief ponders his proposal. He begins to think of ways to defend himself in case things go wrong.

"If you are not a whore then who and what are you?" Naerwyn finally speaks with a frown, keeping her sword pointed at him. "Your appearance and voice is one of pampered prostitute, but your words and stance are of a warrior."

It is now the assassin's turn to ponder, should he reveal who he really is? Would the thief even believe him? Knowing nothing about this woman he decides to tell her little. Her comment does make him realizes that he has to be careful how he speaks to people. He used to be one of the most feared assassins in the land, who could dominate any situation or person he would come across, especially a beautiful rogue who could use some taming. This is the case no longer; he is now a short, weak, big titted whore. He curses under his breath; how he despises this feeble body he is trapped, but he has to play along.

"I am not some common streetwalker, but a courtesan, trained in rhetoric and conversation to entertain the highest clientele." He lies. "Do you agree with my offer?" Changing the subject he presses the point. "I will help you find the loot you seek if you help me kill Trimon."

"There are men in Al Areth who want their whores to talk?" Naerwyn laughs and puts down her sword. The pride of the Akkadian is deeply wounded that his visage is so weak that the thief feels she can lower her guard so easily.

"Alright friend, we have an accord. Whatever you call your profession I care not, nor do I judge what you do to survive in this cruel world. For my part, I am no assassin, my desire is not for blood, but for gold. Though Trimon is a great warrior, his men are thugs, slavers and ravishers of women; I will lose no sleep if their leader dies by my hands, besides it will probably make my job easier. As you said our goals are not at odds, and I agree. With Bel's blessing they should complement one another."

Naerwyn puts out her hand. "Deal then?" The Akkadian nods and shakes her hand. The thief's grip is strong, even by a man's standard, and she squeezes hard on the assassin's small dainty hand. He catches her eye, knowing the subtle struggle for domination the two are playing. Though his hand is feeling like it is being crushed he wills himself to show no pain.

Keeping her grip the buxom thief smiles, a devilish glint comes across her eyes. "You intrigue me whore. Your coddled soft weak hands don't match what I see in your eyes. I should tell you I have no love for men, who are but pigs, and I have sworn to never lie with one, but you . . .?" She looks down at the Akkadian?s ample bare chest which is just as big as her own, "would be enjoyable to ride one evening. Tell me what is your name little whore?"

"Minaja." Is the only answer the Akkadian could possible give. He has had numerous women throw themselves at him throughout his adult life, but not like this. The pretty lesbian is acting like the man, and assuming he is the passive female to be bedded! Though fucking the auburn beauty would no doubt be pleasurable, it is a bit disturbing the roles she is assuming.

Letting go of his hand Naerwyn becomes more serious. "We will have time for pleasure after, now to business. At the top of the stairs is a door that leads down another hallway. At its end are two of Trimon's best guards and then the bedchamber of the swine himself. We must be careful, however, in his room are several hidden devices that can summon half the guards in this damn place within seconds."

Akkadian nods acknowledging and appreciating the intelligence, for the first time since his transformation he is in a conversation he is comfortable with. The thief continues with her plan. "Since he is expecting you we should easily get by the guards. It shouldn't be too hard convincing them that I am an extra gift from the guild, for what man doesn't fantasize about bedding two women at the same time?"

"So, are we in agreement?" The assassin nods and after hiding the guard's body underneath the base of the stairwell and extinguishing the lower torch to keep the bottom of the stairs in darkness, the two of them head up the stairs.