In Volantis the slaves have tattoos so you know what they are without having to talk to them. And this man worked on a fishing boat. And he pushed me out of the way. You have to understand, for a slave to push a highborn girl– that’s death for the man, a terrible death. But he pushed me out of the way and he started pressing on my brother’s chest again and again and again until my brother spat out half of the Rhoyne and cried out. And the man cradled his head and told him to be calm.