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       Wagon's Hold!
   DIR By: High Captain Song
       Date: June 26, 2023, 11:39 pm
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       The Setting:
       Within, or around, a private wagon, set up in various areas in
       and around the fairgrounds
       says to ALL: I sigh as I close up the covered wagon and nod to
       the sailors I have standing watch. Of course there are private
       guards paid by the Caravansari, but paid henchmen will only go
       so far. My crew, at least, I've earned their loyalty. Partly by
       being a pleasant employer. Mostly by ensuring a steady stream of
       pay and women to keep them amused. There's no great secret to
       managing any group of men on Gor. Whatever their caste, most Men
       want the same things. Decent food and drink. The love of a good
       woman now and then. And a bit of fun when the day is done. Help
       them get that and they'll follow you into Hel.
       Managing slaves on the other hand, particularly newly collared
       barbarians, is somewhat more difficult. And the girl called jane
       is that. She's been trying to starve herself but I had Trusty,
       my healer, making sure she did not become dehydrated. She was
       burning through her stock of supplies for that, however, keeping
       the girl alive while sapping her strength. If she keeps this up,
       I fear I may have to sell her to the first buyer I can find
       rather than trying to turn her over to a slaver with the time
       and patience to handle a difficult case. I could engage in this
       battle of wills, but with Sardar Fair being my busy time - both
       as a Singer and a "merchant entrepreneur" as Malora calls us.
       Sighing, I glance around the caravan wagon lot and consider my
       plans for the evening. I have my cittern slung across my back.
       There's always the taverns and a stoop somewhere a bard can make
       some quick coin before the festive folk drink it all away.
       Mayhaps one of the taverns might even have room for the famous
       Captain Song to perform indoors?
       Glancing around the yard, and failing to see the pale slave with
       the blonde hair almost as white as her skin camped out on the
       wagon, I decide to wander off seeking amusement and adventure
       elsewhere. Thankfully, that's something I rarely seem to have
       trouble with, although getting myself and my Mate in the same
       room at any time seems to be an increasingly impossible task. Ah
       well. A problem for another night.
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