<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/08/fd/82/08fd82296fd64ada18923e359cd2f4b0.jpg)</div><br/>Character: Hector<br/>Location: Traveling<br/>Tagging: Open<br/><br/>As the morning dew came down, Hector stretched and rose up, walking towards the great city.  Anticipation, and more than a little fear, echoed through him as he joined the caravan, the letter from the old master builder in hand.  And a heavy purse of seven golden tarn disk and 50 silver, the money his father could give him to establish himself, at his side.<br/><br/>Hector looked up at the sun and then towards the impressive, even from the fifteen miles away, walls of the city.  What a building marvel building such walls must have been, he thought as he walked alongside the merchants gaurds, eyes slowly adjusting to the warm heat.  He would reach Ar proper by noontime.  Though always a stranger, and possible threat as such, he would make his living as well as he could.<br/><br/>He heard the moans of the slaves that had been bought in his town as they were loaded into two wagons, chains applied to them.  They were to be sold at the love feast, probably most of them from the side block.   only two were actually formerly of his homestone, both minor criminals enslaved as punishment.  All too soon, he would go to the auction, looking for the barbarian girl he knew must be there for him.