Never.

"Sorry, go back to your fish tales old men." The Akkadian says coldly and in the most commanding voice his tiny throat can muster. He puts back on the cloak and sits down.

Boos and calls for him to continue the show come from the room. Drinking from his mead he tries to ignore the old fools assuming the crowd will soon die down. A tiny copper coin lands in front of him. "Come on sweetie, just one dance." One of the larger sailors has come over to his table to encourage him.

Taking the coin the assassin throws it back at him. "Not interested, sit down."

Feeling the sailor's hand on his shoulder and the smell of stale beer on his neck Akkadian hears. "For a few more coin, you could entertainment me in private."

Spinning around the assassin launches his best upper cut. It connects, but does more damage to his wrist than the sailors chin. The sailor takes a step back but then begins to laugh. "A feisty one you are, that is good." Some of the sailors tell him to sit down, a few egg him on, but one clear female voice is heard above the rest.

"Sit down mate that is my piece of ass for the evening." Naerwyn walks over to the table looking at the sailor with a smile, but with the same steely stare she gave the first guard the Akkadian saw her kill.

For a brief moment the sailor doesn't move. But when he realizes who it is he puts up his hands and backs away. "Sorry ma'am, just having some fun."

"Another round for the house." Naerwyn requests."Sorry Kerra for the misunderstanding, I will talk to my friend."

Looking at the assassin she smirks. "What is with you whores, you can't keep your clothes on even with a room filled with old sailors."

"Shut up." The Akkadian barks under his breath, growing more and more tired of all the indignities his new body keeps on causing.

"It is very late, and no doubt you are tired. We should get some sleep." The Akkadian is near exhaustion, thanks to his new body. Looking at his pretty friend who is wide awake, he contemplates what stamina she must have, which makes him miss his old body even more.

"I guess." The assassin growls and stands up.

The unlikely pair walks through the room as most of the sailors wish Naerwyn a good night, and the tall one even apologizes again. Kerra, the barkeep, smiles at Naerwyn. "Night Sam, good to see you back." And then gives the Akkadian a look of complete jealousy and distain.

The assassin and the thief walk up the stairs to the second floor and go down its only hallway to the last room. Entering in Naerwyn lights a small hanging oil lamp and some candles near her bed, and then closes the door.

The room is small but pleasantly decorated with well-made small tapestries and a few potted plants, with a inviting fireplace. The large bed pushed against one corner of the room looks warm and inviting. Next to the bed is a small table with a three pronged candle stick holder with candles. The Akkadian notes the books on the table. He wonders if she can read. Very few have such a skill outside of the priest cast, and certainly not among women.

Against the other wall are three chests, with one long enough to hold weapons. In the smallest and sturdiest chest Naerwyn, after she takes the sigil out, puts the satchel that carries the loot from the evening. Besides a washing basin and pitcher the only item of note is a small shrine with a finely made statue of lapis lazuli, gold and white and black onyx. It depicts a woman wearing a large traveling cloak.

"An'na Undei?" The Akkadian asks.

"Yes, she is the goddess I serve. She is not from these lands, and very few worship her even in her homeland. She is the patroness of women, travelers, scholars, weavers, servants, slaves and those who are ****, even whores and thieves."

"I have heard you pray numerous times, but never to her, why?" The assassin inquires.

"Before I go on difficult mission I vow not to invoke the goddess out loud until the quest is complete. It is a way of honoring her, and her cult demands we respect the other gods. Also, in a strange way the fact I have to focus so hard on not mentioning her name makes me think of her even more. She is the reason I have vowed not to lay with a man."

Turning to the Akkadian she continues. "I must worship the goddess before I sleep. You may watch quietly or go to sleep."