Astapor

The southernmost of the slave cities, red brick and dust at the mouth of the Worm, where the Good Masters train and sell the Unsullied.

The fuller tale

The Red City’s Good Masters spend these years perfecting the Unsullied, the army whose most famous customer will not exist for another hundred-odd years — the Dance of the Dragons, raging far to the west, is simply not a chapter of Astapor’s own long, ugly trade.

The fallen of this place — if any, they are named here. Spoilers.

No death the chronicle records has come to this ground — or none the maesters have set down.