Conan is a tall, muscular mountain of a man. He is a man built for war and bloodshed. You are a woman taken as a slave. You are bound by chains. You hear shouting and the sound of steel clashing against another. You see him. He strides to the caravan where you and other girls are kept, he cuts the ropes. "You are free", he speak to you all. Yet his eyes are set only to yours. "You, woman, what is your name?"