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Putting the bowl down he wiped his mouth on his forearm and looked at the Musicians. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #62)

Then, with a furtive glance at the girl chained at the side of the room, the serving slave hurried away. Kuurus took the paga bowl in both hands and put his head down, looking into it. Then, somberly, he lifted it to his lips and drank. Putting the bowl down he wiped his mouth on his forearm and looked at the Musicians. "Play," he said. The three Musicians bent to their instruments, and, in a moment, there were again the sounds of a paga tavern, the sounds of talk, of barbaric music, of pouring paga, the clink of bowls, the rustle of bells on the ankles of slave girls. Scarcely a quarter of an Ahn had passed and the men who drank in that room had forgotten, as is the way of men, that a dark one sat with them in that room, one who wore the black tunic of the Caste of Assassins, who silently drank with them. - (Assassin of Gor)