Dorian frowns deeply at the mention of slavers. Oh, he knows who they are. Sporati, probably, traveling very far from home where Tevinter doesn't have to worry about the questionable practices they use to get fresh stock.

"Slavers, you say? Hm, that does sound dangerous." He'll certainly keep the elves away. Slavers are always looking for elves. No one in Tevinter questions where elves come from. "I'll make sure no one wanders there."

Except Dorian himself. His fellow countrymen could use a reminder that Tevinter isn't allowed to take slaves from the South. There are enough in the Imperium to satisfy the demand.