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I shrugged. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 12, Sentence #61)

Almost everyone in the crowd wore some indication of the faction he favored. Generally, it was a small faction patch sewn on the left shoulder; the faction patches of the High-Caste women tended to be fine silk, and tastefully done; those of low-caste women merely a square of crudely stitched, dyed rep-cloth; some of the masters had dressed their slave girls in slave livery of the color of the faction they favored; others had twined a colored ribbon about their hair or in their collar. "The races were better in the days of Marlenus of Ar," said a man behind me, leaning forward to speak to me. I shrugged. I did not find it strange that he had spoken to me. When I had left the House of Cernus I had removed the livery of the black caste and had washed the sign of the dagger from my forehead. I wore a worn, red tunic, that of a Warrior. - (Assassin of Gor)