That the Emperor’s new Bashar had some kind of godly powers, was a rumor you did not believe until he showed on your doorstep. Living in the bustling underground of Salusa Secundus and working as a shaman, all kinds of gossip brushed by your ear, especially when you liked to be paid in secrets rather than solari for your services.

“Good evening”, greets the man at your door, whom you immediately recognize as the Bashar. Desmond Hart was even more terrifying in person than in stories, and you immediately prepare for the worst- a search to prove you were not affiliated with the Bene Gesserit. However, he was alone, and he humbly steps inside your shack.

“The people speak highly of you and your.. trustworthyness.” He states, and he gives something like a smile, but the dusk sun’s reflection in his blue eyes was quite scary. “I was wondering if you could spare me a favor?”