After the events of the morning, Dorian had requested an audience with the Count to ask a question and a favor. His audience had been granted for the time just before sunset, after which Dorian would be leaving the Residency to investigate the bomb site more thoroughly.

Having cleaned up after his sparring session with Reyyan, Dorian walked through the Residency to where the Count would be receiving him.

He would have to wait for a time before he'd be summoned to a place that could serve as an office except it had nothing but a desk and some wall decorations with motifs tapping into Corrino symbology, no personal items that could reveal anything about the man behind it.

"You have an.... uhm-ah... request, Swordmaster Drake?" Fenring raised his weasel eyes onto the entering man.

Dorian gave an efficient but elegant bow, which looked only somewhat odd given his shining stillsuit attire. "My Lord. Indeed, I wish to thank you for your gracious hospitality and to impose on it once more, for the sake of the mission. We have come to realize the knowledge of a local would be indispensable in providing insight from a perspective we lack. There has been one servant girl in particular who has already made herself useful and I would ask to borrow her services for the time being."

"And... ah... the name?"

"I believe she goes by Ahmina." Dorian replies.

"Also, I had a... misunderstanding, " he says while setting his hand onto the hilt of his kindjal meaningfully, "with some members of the Water Sellers' Union. I would like to have a word with their leader to clear up this misunderstanding if you could point me in their direction."

"Ah, you can have that little... mhhh... Fremen girl to do with as you please." The Count sounded dismissive.

"Lingar Bewt... Oh-hmm... left for the Sink last night."

"I see... If I can't speak directly with their head, is there a local branch with some leadership I might speak with?"

Fenring allowed himself a chuckle.

"I am sure, Swordmaster Drake, that you are more than adept to blaze the trail to the most ostentatious... mhawah-uh-uh-mmm... brothel in town."

Dorian does not manage to suppress the small titter of laughter in response to the Count's amusement. "Perhaps I will send my man Edwell there on my behalf. If there is nothing I can do for the Count, I will take my leave." he finishes with a bow.

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"There is plenty you can do, but I believe that the Emperor's... oh-hm-ah... expectations have already been specified. Fruitful pursuits, ah-ah?"

Then the Count gestured him away.

/Scene