Follow her to the tavern.

As the pair walk through the dark streets of Al Areth the assassin asks what tavern they are heading for.

"The Mariner's Flagon." Naerwyn says with a smile.

"A sailors tavern?" The Akkadian is surprised. He knows all the most well connected taverns to the underworld in the city and the Mariner's Flagon isn't even on the list. "That is a place for old sailors to tell fish stories, I never heard the thieves guild uses that place."

"Who said I was in the thieves guild?" She answers with a smirk. "But how do you know about the thieves guild?" As the Akkadian thinks about the best answer he could give Naerwyn answers for him. "Oh yeah, I forgot, harlots know everything in this town. I said the tavern was safe, I didn't say it was famous, though they do make the best seafood stew in the city."

Arriving in the poor end of the docks section of town they make their way to a rundown building that could easily be confused as a large two story shack, the partial rotten faded sign is the only marker that it is a tavern. Going inside, the main room is brighter then the Akkadian was expecting. Though the furnishing are old, the place is clean and well kept. About a dozen or so sailors, all on the south side of life, are drinking, eating and telling stories in the hall. Two plump middle age wenches are bussing tables, with a thin plain blonde woman, by far the youngest person in room, tending the bar.

Most of the tavern's patrons turn to the auburn rogue and greet her warmly. The bartender gives a big smile. "Was it good hunting tonight Sam?"

Naerwyn throws her a large coin. "A round for the room."

The plain blonde exclaims. "An'na Undei be praised!" And the room cheers. Naerwyn guides the Akkadian to a table near the wall and has him sit down. He is pondering the name "An'na Undei? a goddess, he thinks, but he has never heard the name before.

"Kerra, a bowl of stew, some mead and any fresh bread you have for my friend." Turning her attention from the bartender to the Akkadian. "I need to pick up a few things, enjoy the food, I will be back soon."

As Naerwyn heads out the Akkadian for a moment thinks of following her, but he is really, really hungry. His new body doesn't have half the constitution of his former. It has been a long day, and it is good to sit, though his ass is still sore.

"Hello, my name is Kerra." The barkeep comes over in a bit. "I have your meal, if you need anything please ask." Pulling his hood down the Akkadian greets Kerra with a smile and a thank you. Her face goes from a friendly look to one of displeasure. Curtly she says. "Well, enjoy the tavern." And quickly leaves. At first the assassin is confused by her reaction, he is used to women being happy to see him because of his good looks. He laughs when he remembers what he is now and that the look on Kerra's face was one of jealousy.

The food and drink is much needed and the Akkadian greedily eats it all. Naerwyn has a strange taste in taverns, but she does know her stew. The assassin feels relaxed, the tavern is quaint, warm and conforming. Without thinking the Akkadian stands up and takes off his cloak. Before he sits back down he realizes all the pleasant ambient noise of the tavern has stopped. Looking around all the old sailors are staring at him with lustful eyes and the three women in the room have turned away with disgust. At first he is confused why he is the center of such attention and then he looks down and sees his massive cleavage barely contained by Naerwyn's undergarment.

"Damn this body." He swears, having forgotten again about his transformation.

The silence of the room is broken by applauds and catcalls. They might be old men, but they were sailors.

"Look at those tattoos, she is of the whores guild."

"Naerwyn must of have bought us some entertainment tonight to celebrate!"

The men in the room begin to cheer and clap urging the Akkadian to dance for them.