The Akkadian offers alliance.

"Naerwyn of Tortage." The assassin repeats slowly, his dark eyes watchful lest the russet maned warrioress attack. "You are far from the Baracha isles."

"You were fortunate that this fool was so easily befuddled by ample breasts and shapely legs that his wits failed him." The Akkadian stated boldly. "Your disguise and story were plainly falsehoods to me from the moment of our meeting."

The assassin knew he was playing a dangerous game with the skilled thief, but he was resolved not to simply become her junior accomplice if they were to combine forces. That he should join with the thief seemed inescapable. Her ultimatum meant that rejecting the offer would result in conflict and the fair skinned woman was stronger, more athletic and better armed than he in this whore's body.

"I held my tongue and let your ruse succeed, if I had called out to summon guards when first we met you would no doubt be slain or taken right now and I would have been rewarded and trusted for my actions." The assassin continued.

His words were only partially true, if an intruder had been discovered then a closer scrutiny would have no doubt been subjected to himself as well. The blade might have been discovered and if magical means were used perhaps even the fact that he was ensorcelled have been brought to light.

"As you may have realised by my words, my presence here is not to pleasure Trimon and I am no whore despite my appearence." The Akkadian confessed. "I seek to end his life this night, for reasons that do not concern you. Our two goals do not fall at odds with one another. I care not for what treasure you came and you are welcome to steal what you will, but Trimon must perish."

The assassin studied the thief's beautiful face as he countered her offer. She was as bold as she was comely and the assassin rued that they had not chanced to meet when he had his masculine body. A companion such as Naerwyn would have been a boon, both by his side in an adventure and on her back beneath him at night.