Ankabut absorbed that, then slipped the black-bladed sword back into its sheathe and with a quick twist of her wrist poked the man at two points over his sacrum, then three behind his kidneys, then one along his back...all in rapid, well-practiced succession. As he reeled from that, she cuffed him hard across the back of the skull...carefully judging each strike to render him dazed and perhaps unconscious. She had not promised him release, after all...only that she would not kill him.Stiffening under Amina's grasp, the wiry man slowly eases his hand away from its habitual resting place on the hilt of a jambiya. Taking wheezing breaths, he is silent for longer than is wise, but at last makes the decision to speak, "They wait at the Rawun's Well near the western gate." He is good at following directions, offering no more information than was asked.