He's given a name

The sorceress looked at the Akkadian as she got up. "So tell me, what do you think about being a woman? Do you enjoy it as much as being a man?"

The Akkadian leaned on an elbow and looked up at the sorceress. "I find being a woman very sensual, and very different. I really think I like it more than I do being a man, to be honest. This has opened up a whole new world for me. I felt pleasure that I've never felt before, and I want to feel more. I don't know how else to explain it."

The sorceress smiled at him. "Where men use their strength and intellect, women use their cunning, their sensuality, and their charm. These are also things that you must learn before you can carry out this mission successfully. You can even use that delicious new body of yours to get out of some awfully tight spots."

The Akkadian laughed. "Yes, there are quite a few times where things have been touch and go where I could have used womanly arts, to be sure. I suppose I will need a name once I arrive at Trimon's lair. Got any in mind?"

The sorceress contemplated over this for a bit. "You know, you remind me so much of my daughter. would you mind taking her name? It was Azella."

"Azella. That's a very pretty name" said the Akkadian. "But you said was, and I can't help but notice there was a twinge of sadness in your voice. What happened to her?"

The sorceress sat down next to the Akkadian on the bed. "I guess this is also an ulterior motive of mine for sending you into the lair after Trimon." She took a deep breath. The sadness on her face made her look old and care worn to the Akkadian, though still very beautiful. "Trimon tortured, ****, and eventually killed my daughter. That's the short of the story. He had no idea whose daughter he done all these despicable things to until I tried to exact justice on him through legal channels. Of course there was never any hope that justice would be served. When he found out that it was my daughter he had done such acts to, he wasn't phased in the least. "

The sorceress stood up and started pacing the floor. "I won't lie to you. It's been hard all these years since it happened. I was never one to seek out **** before, but as time went on, and things under Trimon's thumb grew worse, I started to entertain the thought, and how nice it would be to free the people who were being oppressed by him at the same time." She turned to look at the Akkadian. "I don't know what you think of me, or why I should care, but part of me does for some reason. And I'm beginning to think, as I look at you, that maybe this whole thing is wrong. If you want out, I understand. I won't fault you, and I'll gladly change you back."

Something stirred inside the Akkadian. Call it humanity, sympathy, empathy, or whatever, but it was something he couldn't let go of. He got up off the bed and wrapped his feminine arms around the sorceress. "I won't back down. I accepted this job, and I'm going to do it, for the people, for you, and for Azella." He pulled the sorceress close to him as her tears started to fall. "So I guess we better continue with these lessons if I'm going to pull this off."