Time for a postgame Q&A, if any.

The CHOAM post-audit report approved by the Board of Directors, pointed to various irregularities and inadequacies in Harkonnen exercise of their siridar governorship over Arrakis, though the recommendation of their replacement wasn’t included. Separate voice, coming from House Londine, postulated t...

"Can your house replace?"

"Harkonnen leave?"

Merkur asked without inflection, apparently not pinning hopes on that.

"Korba teach you now. After, we see." It looked like Merkur was willing to give him the benefit of doubt on whether he was suitable for Fremen ways.

"Rest yours plan what?"

"Bi-lal kaifa." This signified Merkur giving the matter of Bom's relationship to Dune and its people a temporary closure.

"What next, Buzmali." This one sounded practical.

"True enough. Dealing with this desert rabble, what is it even for? If they just need to be get rid of, there is a recourse." He looked up suggestively.

Day 10 Final Tally: 20+ +2 Legitimate Suspicions from the Audit Finale: (Cuyler, Dorian) & (Bomilcar, Ahmina) Legitimate Suspicions by Contributor: Bomilcar: 7 Cuyler: 6 Claudius: 5 Ahmina: 4 Dorian: 3 Reyyan: 3 Gene: 1 Audit Impact by House/Faction: #1 Mutelli #2 Thorvald #3 Londine #4 Fremen #5 C...

The auditors were given an opportunity to make their case before the naibs. Facing divergent interests, it was extremely hard for them to build consensus around acquiring help from the Fremen to deal with Orgiz, and yet nothing short of one would move them forward. While Stilgar was mostly sympathet...

Merkur thought about this, satisfied by the answer in some way, though the blood loss wasn't to his liking. "There was man who survived open storm. He lost eyes and skin. God tested him and he lived. His sacrifice made him saint among people. But then man decided test God and put life to greatest tr...

"Duy punra hin mange. Man have two feet." Bomilcar may have forgotten that asking big questions could trigger a canto and respondu exchange among the Zensunni, their spiritual exploration of life's dualities and paradoxes. Back then it had been Edwell who had navigated them through the rite... "Thre...

"Water manage well or not at all." Merkur eventually nodded, having watched how the new plugs were being applied and adjusted to the tube. This man seemed very set in his ways, but also capable of some interpretive flexibility, perhaps reading intentions no worse than words they tried to express. "Y...

"Their rat tactics goad us. The major thing that holds me back is that dispatching this desert vermin right here would play into the hands of someone else than the Emperor." The Sardaukar pointed two accusatory fingers at the shadows, indicating to whoever was there that they were seen. "So would pu...

Merkur's eye corners twitched at the appellation, but his second thought straightened back his already wrinkled face. "Shed water heat, trap water cool. Useless Tanzerouft, guard wormline Pole..." Merkur seemed to be contemplating the meaning of Bom's chosen name, filtering it through his own cultur...

Her venture out was closely monitored by the Fremen, of which perhaps a fraction chose to be seen. The ones that did couldn't help but murmur and were making nose-holding gestures seeing her. She soon realised that they had been fully cordoned on the top of the landing butte, corralled even. She was...

There would be no attack even though the options for one were probably at least twice as numerous as what Bomilcar managed to notice from the subtle signs of presence in the shadows between rocks. Descending in silence, he noticed that even though the moisture seals were in place Korba didn't relax ...

The smugglers remained in pensive suspension, well-knowing whatever actions they took now would most likely be futile and end in their swift deaths. Some of them tried to observe the exchange between two Fremen, but they could pick out singular words in Chakobsa at best. There was too little to buil...

"You want us to be your decoy, eh? "

There was a dangerous tone in Stilgar's voice, his catchtube dug in his beard as his jaw locked and his accent thickened.

"You are here and we are here. Maybe you can make your case before someone's water is taken. Perhaps instead. Want a warning, offworlder?"

The door, which looked like something that could host several defensive mechanisms, including a pru-barrier, presumably now inactive, took their time to open - by some automatic or remote mechanism. The insides looked alien to someone of a Faufreluches orientation toward aesthetics, less an office a...

"So the argument must be won before the council of naibs." Chatt concluded.

"My naib is Merkur." Kroba said, waiting for the tension to abate. "He's not like Stilgar." Whatever that meant. Korba made way and gestured into the entryway into the caverns below the landing plateau of the ridge while looking around to the shadows among the rocks that most certainly hid sentries....

There was tension, but none jumped to their feet. It looked like they didn't misread the intention. Or it was some other reason. Korba looked at it. "It's a good knife." He said politely. "But it isn't a crysknife. And Liet is not here. Sheathe it." There was insistence in his voice. "Fremen wouldn'...

"Naibs must decide. Or Liet, if he comes on time. I understand there is urgency?"

"Liet is away. We've sent out cielago, and wait." Chatt paused, careful there. "Then I'd let them harm the Harkonnen. Just like I did when we traded with them. But is it that they can do it, or they can't and just want us do it instead?"

There was a murmur and shuffling of feet around them. Korba was half-abashed by this turned, but he composed himself quickly, though Bom could see him religiously awakened.

"Then you'd be asked: where is your crysknife."