OOC: Thanks for all the positive feedback; I can't really take all the credit, as the character is really fun to write! IC: Count Hasimir Fenring Arrakeen Palace Fenring merely stared cooly at Rabban's outburst. "Be mindful of your words, Count Rabban. The Landsdraad would be most upset to hear of Imperial Sardaukar on Arrakis, I'm sure." He let the threat hang for a moment before continuing. "I'm sure the conservatory is in excellent hands," he said with a smile, "roses and all. But ah-h, roses need care to survive. We foster their growth, nurturing where need be and cutting the unwanted away, hm-m." Fenring followed Rabban to the sitting room, sitting with flawless posture on the chair provided. "The rose is delicate, yes? Without care, it would wither and die. But the desert grasses, these isolated clusters, ah, those you can tread on until your boots wear away! And still - still! - they flourish." Fenring ran his tongue over his lips quickly, mentally going over the various weapons he had secreted about himself. Before Rabban could respond, Fenring's smile returned, and he answered the next question. "I have heard it before, once. An archduke, his name escapes me at the moment. Poor man died a few days later, heart attack, I believe." Tag: TheManinBlack.