You stand at a great door, a door filled with a history of it's own, notches from swords, stains from blood, from tears. Behind it you hear the sound of Music, music that is rustic and savage. Sounds cut through with a mixture of screams and laughter, squeals of delight and fear. The sound of slave girls laughing with pleasure, a Man's laugh, a laugh He uses when He has conquered. You smell the smell of tem wood smoke mixed with the strong, familiar scent of paga, the best in Gor blended with the smells of meat roasting, all caress your senses. There is a kitchen to the back, a cold room and serving area to the left.

As you enter the large open space, slave girls serve between low tables which surround a small low, walled sandpit. At it's center, if you look closely, you will see the hole ready to take the post when it is needed. Torches are placed near the pit, lighting it so you may watch the dances.The light from the torches cast a dim light creating shadows and outlining the shapes of people and things. You move inside, choose a table, order a drink and, sit awhile to enjoy good company. Here you will find yourself amongst friends.

The Tavern is a Capture/Force collar Zone!

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