Naerwyn wants something.

Trying to gain some semblance of the man in the relationship the Akkadian breaks the embrace first. "We should get going, that fight made a lot of noise and the only way out of here is by those stairs."

"Right, but we still have my side of the bargain to finish." And with that the thief begins to search through Trimon's treasures.

"We don't have time for this!" The Akkadian complains, focusing only on the kill.

"There is always time for treasure." The auburn haired pickpocket chuckles as she roots through a chest.

"Typical." The assassin mutters as he looks out the door and down the hall they entered through. Naerwyn might be honorable enough to die for a friend, but she is still a thief and a woman, and either are always easily distracted by coin.

"You have 5 seconds before I . . ." The Akkadian's words are stopped mid-sentence.

"Got it!" The busty thief jumps up with excitement holding up the treasure she was so willing to risk so much for, the sorceress's sigil.

Holding his tongue about his knowledge of the artifact, or his desire to why Naerwyn wants it, the assassin just exclaims. "I am leaving right now."

"Ok, ok" Naerwyn responds. "I am right behind you." As she madly puts on some expensive looking bracelets and necklaces.

Leading the way, the Akkadian heads out the door, down the hallway and begins to go down the stairs. He tries to walk with confidence, like a leader of men, but his legs are still weak and it is hard not to walk a bit bowlegged after the savage buggery he recently went through. Naerwyn's comment of "you got a cute ass," doesn't help.

At the bottom of the stairs the Akkadian gets to the door that leads to the courtyard that upon his entry was filled with brigands. Surmising the enchanted Trimon simply walked out without saying much to his men and that the tower's stone is so thick, the recent fight might not have been heard, which explains the lack of guards. Deep in thought pondering how to get through the courtyard the assassin feels a playful three raps on his shoulder.

Looking back at Naerwyn she has a frisky smile.

"Not now woman, I am busy." Frustrated the Akkadian goes back to strategizing. Again another three raps. "What? This is serious!"

Rocking back on forth on her heels with that annoying grin that is all once playful, arrogant and sexy, Naerwyn smirks. "Problem?"

"Damn it woman! Unless you know how to fly or kill a few hundred guards, stop bothering me!"

Hugging the Akkadian from behind the thief teases him by whispering into his ear. "Haven't you wondered how I got in here in the first place?"

In truth the assassin hadn't thought about this question. Since Naerwyn found her trinket her exuberance has been annoying. Besides the assassin will be damned if he is going to admit he overlooked something now.

"You are sexy when you are angry." Naerwyn continues to play around as she relights the bottom level torch they had extinguished before. Moving over to the dark corner of the stair well where the stairs raise up above the heads, they step over the dead guard they hid. Past the body Naerwyn gives the torch to the assassin. Kneeling down she brushes some dust away and reveals a small metal plate.

Her tone becomes more serious. Naerwyn looks up at the assassin. "Through this plate is a short drop to a very tiny tunnel, it goes about a hundred feet to an opening in an old cemetery. There is no light, so I hope you are not scared of the dark. Would you prefer I go first or you?"

"You should go first." The Akkadian answers, thinking tactically that would be the best for him.

"Ok, this means you need to extinguish the torch and put the plate over your head. Do you think you can handle this?" Naerwyn asks with concern.

"I am not helpless." Angered the assassin retorts.

"I know you are brave, Minaja, I am sorry. Let's head out." Naerwyn apologizes.