The Akkadian is chosen.

A small and skinny man was perched upon a high stool and hunched over a desk as he worked upon something, he seemed oblivious to the arrival of the of several people to the room. The guild official coughed to attract his attention, then once more theatrically loudly when the man did not react. At last the small man was disturbed and turned his head sharply in surprise to view his visitors. He wore a contraption strapped to his head that held a glass or crystal disc on a metal arm over his right eye. The clear disc magnified the size of his eye so that it appeared he had one massive blinking eye as he looked at his guests. His view swivelled to the three coffled slaves.

"Oh ho, three pretties to be branded." The man chortled in a high pitched voice. "Forgive me please, I was engrossed in my work. Crafting new brands is intricate."

The man hopped from the stool and scurried across the room, to the Akkadian the old man appeared to resemble a rat or perhaps a ferret in his movements and demeanour. He scampered close to the three chained harem girls peering closely at each, he was no taller than Visha the shortest of the **** girls. Several fingers shorter than the Akkadian in his shrunken state. He reached out and pawed at the assassin, his fingers felt leathery and dry and the Akkadian shied back from his touch.

"Oh ho yes indeed three pretties." The old man sung to himself and then turned his head abruptly to the slaver and Rezma. "Where do you wish these pretties branded, oh please let it be the thigh or beside their sweet slits."

"It is upon the innner thigh, a hand width below their cunts." Rezma confirmed, looking distastefully at the rodent like master of brands. "They are to bear the sigil of Trimon."

"Oh ho Trimon is it? Yes I made a brand for his sigil months ago." The man chuckled. "The pretties he brought then were big strong sluts, thick thighs and muscle. A tricky branding, the quicksilver took far longer than is usual to subsume to the optimum depth. Oh ho, how deliciously long they squealed during the process."

"The branding is painful then?" Rezma asked. "Will the sluts need gagging?"

"Painful? Oh ho, only the once when the quicksilver spilt upon my thumb." The old man held up his thumb to prove his words, it appeared silvery blue and reflected the lamplight. "Oh ho ho ho, an old slaver jest forgive me fine mistress. Yes the branding stings acutely, but your sluts will be securely strapped down. A gag is unnecessary, they sing so prettily during the absorbtion of the brand."

"I shall leave you in the hands of the master and complete the registration and deeds." The guild official said with a bow to the Shemite mistress. "If you would care to secure the first of your girls in the chair, the master will prepare Trimon's brand for the ritual."

Rezma nodded and the old man scurried away to his desks and shelves collecting various items. The guild official exited the room to conclude his business. The mistress approached the coffle and the Akkadian realised as he was the leading girl in the line it would be his dubious honour to be first branded. The assassin's coffle chain was unhooked from Tzu-Tzi's collar and the mistress ordered the two remaining **** girls to rest. Tzu-Tzi and Visha dropped to their knees, legs spread and palms upturned upon their thighs. They faced the chair, no doubt curious and apprehensive of the procedure they would soon undergo.

The Akkadian was led by the leashed collar towards the sturdy wooden chair. He noted thick iron bolts secured it to the floor so that even the strongest of slaves violently struggling could not hope to budge or overturn the seat. The fitted restraints likewise were of the strongest nature, thick leather and iron to immobilise even the most mighty.

"On the chair Minaja." Rezma commanded, reaching out to stroke the Akkadian's cheek in the first sign of compassion the Shemite had displayed. "I know you must be fearful girl, but it will be over with soon."