The Sorceress is displeased.

Once inside the outer perimeter wall a party of Orcish guards met the Akkadian and escorted him to the main door of the Sorceress's central tower. He dismounted from Hanna and loosely tied her beside a watering trough. He endured the familiar leers from the Orcs in silence and gave up the scimitar strapped at his waist when ordered to. Tucked in the waistband of the baggy black pants he still had a wavy bladed dagger which was hidden by the loose shirt.

Two Orcs accompanied him into the tower and up several flights of stairs to the top floor. There the Sorceress had her personal apartments. His escort left him after opening the doors, the witch evidently confident enough that her magic was all the protection she needed in her inner sanctum.

The Sorceress was seated in a throne facing the door. The scent of her aphrodisiac musk permeated the room and as the assassin approached her her could feel his heartbeat quicken and his nipples stiffen to hard points.

"So Akkadian, you return to me." The Sorceress said, breaking the silence.

The assassin could tell from the tone of her voice that the witch was already aware of his failure to slay Trimon. She was dressed in transparent silk robes that revealed her lush body beneath, even though he no longer possessed his male body the Akkadian could still feel his sexual arousal quickening in her presence. He tried to ignore the ache of his nipples and the moistening of his cunt to concentrate on his business.

"Yes, I have returned." He answered. The Sorceress seemed to want him to make his admission of failure though he was certain she already knew that Trimon lived.

"I am saddened to report that warlord Trimon yet lives." The Akkadian reported sadly. "Though this form that you **** upon me gained me entrance to his stronghold it was too weak to complete the mission."

"I see." The Sorceress said coldly. "I believe our agreement was that I would restore you once Trimon was dead."

"An agreement that I had no say in." The Akkadian retorted. "I was changed without warning and the terms of your contract were **** upon me. I objected that the plan was foolish as you no doubt recall."

"Nevertheless, those were the terms." The Sorceress replied, dismissing the Akkadian's objections out of hand. "The ingredients and items needed to cast the spell to restore you are expensive and rare. I see no reason to waste them on one who has failed me."

"Then give me a task or a service I might provide that will pay for the spell." The Akkadian demanded. "Surely there is something that would be sufficient for you to restore me."