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In the center of the three men in the box, not surprisingly, was the true host of the festivities, large-bodied and coarse-featured, in white and gold robes, Decius Albus, trade advisor to the Ubar, Marlenus, and master of the House of a Hundred Corridors. On his right was Drusus Andronicus, long-armed, handsome, and stalwart, in suitable scarlet, betokening his caste, who stood high in the house, and, on his left, clad openly, brazenly, unapologetically, in the hues of the night, was Tyrtaios, of the caste whose members acknowledge no Home Stone, the caste of Assassins. I saw a great vat at the foot of the tiers, on their left, as I faced it. Near the vat, on a bench, there were several large, figured, ceramic bowls, each with two handles, some with black figures on a white background, and some with black figures on a red background. I saw a Kur thrust one of these bowls, with two paws, or hands, into the vat, and raise it, spilling fluid, to his mouth, and he quaffed the contents, apparently entirely, his head back, and then he howled, and reeled away. In the stands, too, I saw, here and there, such vessels in the grasp of one Kur or another. I saw two Kurii before the stands, and one to the side, sprawled on the ground, sleeping, or senseless. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter )