Concerning: Coming into Ar<br/>Character: Hector<br/>Tagging: Atiya<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/08/fd/82/08fd82296fd64ada18923e359cd2f4b0.jpg)</div>It was about three Ahn past dawn when the caravan finally arrived in Ar, a long group of trading wagons and people coming to celebrate in the greatest city of Gor  for the love feast- plus in Hectors case, perhaps purchase of a slave and after the great feast starting work on the new, massive house of the merchant Cartor.   He was journeyman assistant to the master builder, who was a distant cousin of his mothers.<br/><br/>It was too early for Paga, but all the same he began heading towards the tavern, for its use as a restraint as well.  finding it closed, until midday, he drank from his water flask and had the last few dried figs and pressed waybread he had brought from his home two long weeks before.  He sat at a small public bench, a stranger but one watching the comings and goings, bold but not too much so- after all, the word stranger and enemy were the same in the merchant tongue, and not a few would be weary of his presence.<br/><br/>Then he saw a pretty Kajira.  she was blonde, blue eyed, decently shapely- and wore white silk.  She seemed on an errand for the pub owner, and he did not stop her- but he watched her, eyes trailing down her back, legs, scanning her feet, hands, chest.  taking the young woman, the young slave, in.   If she was a barbarian, if only he thought, he might try to buy her.  Like most slaves, she was beautiful, but he reminded himself that there must be a reason she was still white silk.  He didn't speak, she was not worth speaking to, and had done nothing to hinder her, but he felt a quickening of his lust watching the blonde slave.<br/><br/>He could do no more, not yet.  but he smiled at her as she was almost past him.   "Tal, Kajira.   who owns you?" he asked her, suspecting the answer but not sure for certain.<br/><br/>