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I remembered he had sold carvings to a corpulent, gross fellow, one whose booth had been set up in the street of the dealers in artifacts and curios. - (Beasts of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #1111)

"Two. How much?" It was the fellow from the polar basin, who wore no jacket, but fur trousers and boots, with the bow at his back, and the rawhide rope on his shoulder. In his left hand he carried a bundle of furs, smaller now, than it had been, and a sack, which was now less bulky than it had been when I had seen it earlier near the puppet theater. I remembered he had sold carvings to a corpulent, gross fellow, one whose booth had been set up in the street of the dealers in artifacts and curios. It was not far from the puppet theater. I moved in more closely, thinking he might have difficulty in communicating with the slaver's man. "Those," said the coppery-skinned fellow, pointing to the blonde and the dark-haired girl, freshly whipped, crying in their chains. - (Beasts of Gor)