The Banquet [EE1]

[Weyer Paymon]

She smiles at him, thinking as he begins his statement. moment. "Naturally, nor would I would even try to pry into the nature of such a thing. As a member of House Wallach, you can be assured that I understand the importance of such confidentiality and can absolutely respect your need for it. I merely ask as a means to properly introduce myself later. This is my first real chance to enjoy the Count's company, after all. My father has allowed me to represent the family in this important endeavour, and I hope to make a good impression on everyone, yourself included."

She looks at him and to the people as he talks, smiling as he explains who they are and their titles, albeit brief.

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Spending a motivation point to ask a question: He obviously will, unconsciously, give a tell of who he likes or dislikes as he points to them and gives a name and position. Can I pick up who those people are?

"It takes a bit to get me impressed, Lady Gene. I have a fatal flaw of not believing in what seems too good to be true." His introductions indicated that Weyer was a kind of person that kept a professional distance and distrust toward almost everyone. No hostility toward the banker, no toward the Harkonnen burseg, a bit of warmth toward Omri and a bit of chilliness toward Lingar.

[Rima Birawi]

"So you are close to the spaceport. Then perhaps we can have a more intimate conversation in the near future. For now, let us enjoy the hospitality of out hosts." he pours them each a glass of wine and raises his for a small, personal toast, "To prosperity here on Arrakis and to the entrepreneurs who drive it."

"Such a lovely toast, Dorian. A music to my ears." She tapped her earring as if the lack of music in the room was a disappointment, but was otherwise smiling with a hint of promise. "I look forward to our little conversational rendezvous."

[Bomilcar Thorvald]

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

[Claudius Reins]

"I'd have to check that." That was probably a fat lie, but the miner was cringing under the gaze of the Harkonnen commander. Omri looked at Addison's lips as she licked them. "Nah, I ken mentat yer not. They have their lips stained all over with that Ecazi drug, sapho, that makes their minds race like you've described. Yours are well and bonny, lassie." He grinned, perhaps satisfied to have changed the subject.

"What do the workers do for entertainment out here? I assume there is some need to blow off steam with such conditions"

[Daryen Alhwin]

A well dressed man with dark skin and light colored yet also dull eyes was seated at the table. He had been there the whole time of course his eyes moving around the table absorbing everything happening around him with a cool indifference.

The man seemed to fade into the background a little so it was not surprising that no one had approached him yet but he was there quietly eating and drinking and watching what happened around him.

[Genevieve Wallach]

"It takes a bit to get me impressed, Lady Gene. I have a fatal flaw of not believing in what seems too good to be true." His introductions indicated that Weyer was a kind of person that kept a professional distance and distrust toward almost everyone. No hostility toward the banker, no toward the Harkonnen burseg, a bit of warmth toward Omri and a bit of chilliness toward Lingar.

She nods. "Should we all be so lucky as to have such a flaw." She looks on at him for a moment. "Thank you, at least now I have somewhere to start with those around me. I'll think of something to repay your small kindness for me this evening. "

She at least got a good understanding of the man, at least as a good first impression. Didn't seem like someone she could entirely rely on, but seemed at least to be a honest type, at least when it came to trying to make a profit. That was good to know. Didn't trust her, but that was only a point in his favor. Overall, he was at least someone who could help her in her own personal, at least with his first impressions of him.

[Lingar Bewt]

"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.

[Omri B'rrican]

"What do the workers do for entertainment out here? I assume there is some need to blow off steam with such conditions"

"We go to bars, or to one of those places run by Rima or the Bewts if there's an occasion. We have some Ixian games and solido at the bases. But the work's hard, and folks come here to save up, so it's often just sleep through the worst hours and back to the shift."

[Count Fenring]

A well dressed man with dark skin and light colored yet also dull eyes was seated at the table. He had been there the whole time of course his eyes moving around the table absorbing everything happening around him with a cool indifference.

The man seemed to fade into the background a little so it was not surprising that no one had approached him yet but he was there quietly eating and drinking and watching what happened around him.

"A mentat, ah." Daryen drew the attention of the Count. "No other House.... hmmm-oh.... has sent a mentat."

The casual, even light tone, peppered with Fenring's trademark mannerism, could presage anything.

"Mentats need data to perform, uh-ah?"

[Weyer Paymon]

She nods. "Should we all be so lucky as to have such a flaw." She looks on at him for a moment. "Thank you, at least now I have somewhere to start with those around me. I'll think of something to repay your small kindness for me this evening. "

She at least got a good understanding of the man, at least as a good first impression. Didn't seem like someone she could entirely rely on, but seemed at least to be a honest type, at least when it came to trying to make a profit. That was good to know. Didn't trust her, but that was only a point in his favor. Overall, he was at least someone who could help her in her own personal, at least with his first impressions of him.

"I'll keep my curiosity in check until that time then." Weyer nodded, returning the gaze. "Good hunting."

[Bomilcar Thorvald]

"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.

He nods thoughtfully at that. "Is it a problem?" he asks. "Seems overblown." He he exhales before taking a drink. "They're people. Just show respect.". As though that would solve the problem... though to be fair, if that had been the standard model of interaction in general things that might seem problematic now might simply cause friction rather than resentment.

[Lingar Bewt]

"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. And these two worlds keep colliding, but they can't live without one another. The northern polar region has water, the open deserts have spice." Still, Bewt didn't indicate his preference.

[Claudius Reins]

"What do the workers do for entertainment out here? I assume there is some need to blow off steam with such conditions"

"We go to bars, or to one of those places run by Rima or the Bewts if there's an occasion. We have some Ixian games and solido at the bases. But the work's hard, and folks come here to save up, so it's often just sleep through the worst hours and back to the shift."

Addison's eyes alight on the man over to one side and she nods his direction, bringing the attention of her companion to him. "It looks like we spoke to soon about no new Mentats arriving, or is that one of the locals?"

[Omri B'rrican]

"That one came with ye, I am sure." Omri took a moment to eat something.

[Claudius Reins]

"That one came with ye, I am sure." Omri took a moment to eat something.

"Since our staff is made up of many houses, I am not familiar with all of them, but he must have kept to himself during the voyage, not surprising most Mentats are not the most extroverted of people in my experience. "

[Omri B'rrican]

"Would ye like them to be extroverted, eh? Flooding ye with wormshit of data whenever they open their mouth?" Omri chuckled. The plight of talkative mentats was all too real.

[Claudius Reins]

"Would ye like them to be extroverted, eh? Flooding ye with wormshit of data whenever they open their mouth?" Omri chuckled. The plight of talkative mentats was all too real.

"Yes, truly a terrifying proposition" She sips her water

[Bomilcar Thorvald]

"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. And these two worlds keep colliding, but they can't live without one another. The northern polar region has water, the open deserts have spice." Still, Bewt didn't indicate his preference.

"You're in the middle?" Bomilcar asks, curious.

[Lingar Bewt]

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

[Bomilcar Thorvald]

He nods his understanding. "You help all survive," he says with a respectful tone. Not that his tone before was disrespectful.

[Lingar Bewt]

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

[Bomilcar Thorvald]

"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.

[Lorra Giap]

[Complication: Belief that people on Arrakis just tend to be irrational and there is no need to search for deeper meanings.]

Her diamond was spotted and insistently gazed upon by the man in the cape that wore the Guild pin.

Lorra had done well to keep her tongue behind her teeth so far. People talked. People mingled. People doing people things.

She had her opinion on such things.

Still, the Guildsman had been making eyes. She approached him. "Good evening."

[Lingar Bewt]

"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 to his words, and then reoriented himself toward the food. The Fenrings served delicacies he didn't want to see wasted.

[Abad Nejhre]

Lorra had done well to keep her tongue behind her teeth so far. People talked. People mingled. People doing people things.

She had her opinion on such things.

Still, the Guildsman had been making eyes. She approached him. "Good evening."

"Good evening, doctor. A Suk professional is a rare view on Arrakis. Wealth flows from here, to here - less so."