"For that, you'd have to take your frigate to the North Pole; it is outside the range of most 'thopters here. Or just go out into the city and follow one of my water merchants in their daily work." Lingar said, raising his gaze from a roast slig, the sweetest meat of the Imperium, allegedly Shaddam'...

"Survival is everything," he says with a nod, agreeing with the sentiment. "Can't live without it." A very honest and straightforward view on his own duty of helping people survive. "Off all these newcomers, I think you will do fine here with this mindset, lord Bomilcar." Lingar added a small smile...

"This is how I survive." Lingar added after nodding. "This is how I teach my daughter to survive."

"Across." Lingar said without raising or lowering his voice.

"The Shield Wall is a boundary. Within it, we have the normal civilisation. Outside it, there is wild, harsh land with wild, harsh people. There is a saying, that polish comes from the cities, while wisdom comes from the desert. But that's more a division between what's cultured and what's primal. A...

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Tue Aug 24, 2021 1:31 am

"Would it?" he asks, possibly pointedly... It's hard to tell with him.

"Try as they might, they have never managed to solve the Fremen problem." Lingar said neutrally, not making his own preference in this conflict known.

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Mon Aug 23, 2021 9:41 pm

"Protect from the terrorists, observe the investigation," he says, somewhat resolutely.

"Ah, terrorists, yes. That would certainly make Harkonnen grateful." He spoke with both truth and irony, albeit quietly still, letting Bomilcar chew on the implications.

"Bodyguard to the Thorvald heirs, most days," he says, clearly not entirely certain what he'll be doing around here. He has the look of a man tossed in the deep end who might be able to tread water forever but is definitely no swimmer. "No Thorvald heirs here at this moment, so you probably need to...

"I run some mining and distribution of water around here." Bewt said, having drained the glass after a salute to the hosts, becoming the king of understatement. "You, sir?"

Again, a simple nod. "Few drops could save a life," he clarified, not suggesting that there was a lot that could be done with it, but at least some small gesture. "Bomilcar Thorvald," he says in introduction. "Lingar Bewt." The other man said simply, as he seemed happy enough to contemplate the min...

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Sun Aug 22, 2021 9:53 pm

He nods at that. "Could help people instead," he replied, not ecstatic about the display.

"There isn't enough water on Arrakis for everyone to have as much as they want, or even need." Bewt commented. "Mostly it's the market forces that do the rationing."

When it came time for him to participate, he does so so as to not insult the hosts, but there is a definite hesitation to his participation that clearly indicates discomfort, and his splashing is absolutely minimized letting only a few drops be wasted. He then moves to sit with the others at the ba...

Observing the first few going he wonders what's really going on here. It seemed like a waste of water on a planet where you collected body fluids as efficiently as possible so as to not die. D1 EE, Understanding + Truth, DC 10, Crit 5 : 2#1d20 2 9 2 successes Another man, who had harrumphed at the ...

"Real business is where the resource is scarce. The Imperium knows this about melange. On Arrakis, there just isn't enough water." [/i] Physical information: Short, corpulent, ageing, dark-skinned, round bland face, large eyes, thick lips Dresses like an Arrakis patrician Often quiet, but also capa...