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I threw a silver tarsk, taken from what we had obtained from the slavers in the marsh, to the proprietor of the paga tavern, and took in return one of the huge bottles of paga, of the sort put in the pouring sling, and reeled out of the tavern, making my way along the narrow walkway lining the canal, toward the quarters taken by my men, Thurnock and Clitus, with our slaves. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #273)

I do not recall as clearly as I might what occurred during that night, but certain things have remained with me. I do recall that I was incredibly drunk, and furious, and miserable, and filled with hate. "I am of Port Kar!" I cried. I threw a silver tarsk, taken from what we had obtained from the slavers in the marsh, to the proprietor of the paga tavern, and took in return one of the huge bottles of paga, of the sort put in the pouring sling, and reeled out of the tavern, making my way along the narrow walkway lining the canal, toward the quarters taken by my men, Thurnock and Clitus, with our slaves. I had pounded on the beamed door of our quarters. "paga!" I had cried. "I bring paga!" Thurnock took down the beams from the door, and swung it open. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 9)