They free Naerwyn from beneath the corpse.

The Akkadian grasps Trimon's corpse by his shoulders, pulling at his body he quickly finds that even dead his great bulk is too much for his slight strength to shift. Only when Naerwyn assists from where she lies pinned beneath the warlord's dead weight, pushing at his corpse with both her hands and legs are the two companions able to slide him off the thief and dump him unceremoniously off the bed and onto the floor.

"Well, my task at least has been completed." The assassin states, staring down at Trimon's still form. "If you still covet this treasure that you were seeking then you had best be quick about your search."

The Akkadian bends down to retrieve his magical blade, pulling it from the barbarian's back. The dagger is visable now, though only from the coating of Trimon's blood upon the slender blade. The assassin grabs a fistful of Trimon's shoulder length hair and wipes the blade carefully in it until the blade is invisable to the eye once more. As he is knelt beside the slain man his eyes are drawn to his mighty cock. As the assassin has seen before in the dead, the phallus has retained it's erection after it's owner has been slain. He gives a shudder at the thought that things may easily have turned out differently and that fearsome cock may have ploughed his sex as it had Naerwyn's. That thought sparks empathy for the thief's ordeal, an alien emotion to the cold blooded killer.

"Are you fit to continue?" The Akkadian asks awkwardly, unsure of himself with the unfamiliar compassion he is experiancing.

The Akkadian reaches out and grasps Naerwyn's hand and gives it what he hopes is interpretated as a reassuring squeeze. He looks into her blue eyes trying to read her emotions, something he had little concern about in a wench up to this point.

"I recall your vow." He said to the auburn rogue. "Was suffering the Trimon's cock so terrible a thing in truth? From the mewling and writhing of your body he pleasured you with great skill."

The Akkadin bit his lip, concerned that he may have chosen his words clumsily. But surely the fiery wench must now see that her place with such a man as Trimon or the Akkadian once his body was restored was upon her back and receiving pleasure from a male? If her attitude had been altered by the pleasure Trimon had **** upon her then might this not bode well for him when he was back in his true form.