No, their luck runs out.

The bound Akkadian is now very concerned. Clearly Trimon has sensed something is wrong from the beginning, but has played his game well. Only when the two pretend prostitutes are immobilized does he fully reveal his distrust. His mind racing the only way the assassin can see of getting out of this is a combination of Naerwyn and himself getting lucky and if Trimon gets careless. Not a pious man, he hopes Naerwyn is invoking the gods right now, as it seems her habit.

Trimon begins the interrogation."?Tell me whores, the name of my guard who was banned last week from your brothel?"

With Naerwyn remaining silent the Akkadian realizes it is up to him. Though he knows well the prettier whores of Al Areth, he doesn't know the answer to this trivial question. The only answer is the simplest, and honest, one he can give. "I don't know."

Trimon walks over to the assassin with a cold stare. "That is funny, since it was you who requested his ban."

The warlord calls for several guards. "Cut these two cunts down and take them to the chamber of ****."