A young CONAN roams the city streets on his way to raid The Tower of the Elephant after a brawl in a tavern.
The lurid lights and drunken revelry fell away behind the Cimmerian. He had discarded his torn tunic, and walked through the night naked except for a loin-cloth and his high-strapped sandals. He moved with the supple ease of a great tiger, his steely muscles rippling under his brown skin.
From "The Tower of the Elephant"
Page 83. "The Complete Chronicles of CONAN" 
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