Investigate the assassin

“OK Greta, first things first. I'll need to investigate this assassin. We need to take her somewhere where we won't be disturbed. Any ideas?”

“We could take her to my chambers my lord. Nobody else is permitted entry.”

“That's perfect Greta! If this mess is discovered”, you say, waving at the gore behind you, “someone will surely come to your chambers to inform you. We'll know right away if our new king has been found. You are a genius Greta.”

“Thank you, my lord,” Greta says with a blush.

Greta and yourself each wrap one of the assassin's arms around your shoulder and heave her towards Greta's chambers. You get the feeling Greta is taking the indirect route after she leads you down several narrow passages and up a spiraling flight of stairs. As you walk you periodically move your hand from Greta's ass to the assassin's. Both are lovely and well toned. The hard flesh beneath the assassin's clothing could only come from years of training.

Eventually you reach a door with small plaque embedded near the handle. “Greta Jansson” is painted in crude strokes above an engraving of a man at arms. Greta pulls the concubine shawl around her face and nods at you knowingly as she throws the door open. You can feel the eyes of Greta's page on your back as you haul the assassin back to Greta's personal chambers. You give a wave over your shoulder in the hope that the sight of Greta's armor will make the ruse convincing.

“Um, Greta, may I help you?” A girl's voice, filled with uncertainty, calls through the door.

“No,” Greta calls back in a firm and even voice, “I am not to be disturbed. If someone comes looking for me please alert me.”

“Yes m'lady,” the voice replies hesitantly.

Now safely hidden you have an opportunity to take a closer look at the would be assassin. Her body is extremely petite. You stare at the gap between her thighs for a few moments.

“We should check for any identifying marks on her body!” you say with a chuckle. You slide your sword through the tear in her wraps and deftly cut the clothing from her body. The sight of a perfectly honed body greets your eyes. There are faint scars across her otherwise unblemished flesh, telltale signs of her work. She clearly had some experience as an assassin.

“Well,” Greta says superciliously, “I don't see anything that would tell us where she came from.”