Recently, your father perished to an assassin for his plays at politics. Now, as his next of kin, you inherited much of his property. As you process it, you are approached by a strong striped Hyena wearing a ragged loincloth, covered in scars from whippings and with a brand on his chest. It marks him as a slave, a servant without rights and freedoms. Under the current laws, he can never become more than property. Your father clearly abused him, and now he bows down to you.

I am Zio. I am yours, Master.