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A wolf's whistle rings out directed at Akkadian and Naerwyn as they pass by a blacksmith shop located on the edge of the northern market.

"Filthy swine." The buxom thief hisses under her breath. "I will castrate that one someday."

"A gold for each of you ladies for the ride of your life." A raspy voice laughs as the two woman walk by.

The Akkadian at first follows Naerwyn's lead who ignores the man. However, he knows that voice. Looking back the assassin sees a cloaked man standing outside the shop. Seeing enough of his face he recognizes the man whose name is Bishir, a lieutenant in the assassin's guild.

The Akkadian has worked successfully with this man a few times before and ponders if he should attempt to seek his aid.