Character: Hector Martos<br/>Location:  On the road to Ar<br/>Concerning: Traveling<br/><br/>A fair sized caravan worked its way through the dusty sands, carrying food stuffs, stone, wood.  But more importantly, Hector, who had paid to join it to travel to Ar.  His father had little business in his small home stone, and he had to travel he was told, until such time as his father died or retired perhaps a century hence. He would learn from other masters how to incorporate arts, as a builder and architect.  Of course it would be rare that he could find tricks to strengthen the city walls or other vital fortifications, it would be a insult to the homestone to teach him such, but any detailing or further would be valuable.  But work was not his only reason for the long journey to Gor's largest Homestone.<br/><br/>It was also to find a slave.  In Argyle, there were Kajira, as there were in every other city on Gor.  But the selection was limited, and though some were pretty none appealed to him.  And even more, none were of what he had heard tales of, almost a mystical slave- the Barbarian from Urth.  He knew not where this Urth was, but it sounded a foul place, a place where men and women did not live as they should.   That he had heard left the women unaware of there nature, and so incredible lusty slaves when taught it.  If there was not a few such girls for sale in Ar, there would be none on Gor.  And that at the time of the lovefeast- it would be his best hope.<br/><br/>Marching alongside the warriors, a descent and strong bloke in a scrape, Hector watched for danger as they came to the caravansary a day from Ar.  still far, but coming so close.  So very close.<br/><br/>