The warlord is suspicious.

Now completely naked, the Akkadian assassin, and the auburn thief, enter into Trimon's bedchamber. Both notice that the guards do not close the door, which brings them concern.

Looking around, the bedchamber is dark and it takes a moment for the two pretend whores to adjust their eyes to the flickering light given off by the few huge candles set in finely wrought candlesticks. The room itself is decorated with the loot from Trimon's caravan raids. Rich silks and brocaded hangings adorned the room and finely crafted pottery and silverware were stacked upon furniture produced by the most skilled of artisans. The central figure of the room is a massive canopied bed with sturdy elaborate posts, which are strangely without any hanging fabrics.

"Minaja, how nice it is to see you." A deep bass voice comes from a shadowy corner of the room. "And you brought a friend, how unique." A figure gives match to the voice as Trimon steps into the light.

The warlord is a massive chiseled specimen of a man. His fair skin and shoulder length blonde hair signals he is a northern barbarian, probably from the lands of Vanaheim or Asgard. He is tall, broad chested, and his muscular body would delight any normal woman. Trimon is younger then the Akkadian guessed, which means his sexual endurance will probably be considerable. He wears light leather armor; boots, pants, a button down sleeve-less tunic, vambraces and a sword short that also dangles in a sheath from his belt.

Trimon visually inspects the two naked whores before him. The assassin's experienced eye notices the warlord seems defensive; he looks at them not as a lustful man appreciating the incredible beauty that stands before him, but like a judge making a decision about a difficult court case. Instinctively the Akkadian's eyes calmly look for other exits from the room. There are two windows, but they are sealed by closed wooden shutters with iron framework. He has a growing feeling this is going to be much harder than he thought.

"It has been a while hasn't, Minaja?" The warlord questions, waiting for an answer.

The Akkadian answers, "Too long." Carefully choosing his words, sensing Trimon is testing them.

"Aye, it has my pretty wench." Turning his gaze to Naerwyn he continues. "So this is the novice I am to try out? She is certainly striking and clearly in peak physical condition. Turn around whore I wish to get a better look at you." The assassin turns his head to his companion and gives a commanding nod. Their eyes catch however, and a whole conversation passes with but a glaze. The Akkadian is pleased that Naerwyn seems to understand something might be wrong and is on the alert. If things go bad, however, they are against terrible odds; two naked women verses the famed warrior Trimon, two of his best guards and an army at his beckon call. They have to play along and hope the warlord's suspicions will soon abate.

Dutifully Naerwyn slow spins around for Trimon's inspection. "Her tits are as large as your owns Minaja, are you jealous?"

"The guild mistress knows how much you enjoy well-endowed women." The Akkadian politically answers.

"True." Trimon responds, seemingly lost in thought that has little to do with the erotic display before him. "Well ladies." His voice clears, as if he has made up his mind. "We have all night, and I am feeling quite energetic, you wouldn't mind if I get a bit creative with you and your friend, would you Minaja?"

"Of course not." The assassin has to answer. "We are here for your pleasure my lord."

"Good." Trimon quickly responds. "Then you wouldn't object if I had you bound? You know how that arouses me."