Kassar Spex

Now .. as if the blanket was not enough to put me over the freak edge some woman came strolling up to the fires and gave blue an order. Who the hell was this? This is the First Fires .. this is my fires ... this is the fires of the Ubar and his family and those he chooses to honor with such a place.

Not only was this woman a Kassar .. but she was a Haruspex. I jumped down from the platform and proceeded to figure out why the hell she was there and feeling so damn comfortable.

Turns out she is a guest of Polunu's. Has been here for hands. I wanted to strangle him at that moment .. well it was a toss up. Strangle Polunu or this Kassar Spex for right about then I was sure I knew why all my plans and everything I had set my hands to for weeks in the Dream War has come to such a disastrous end. Here was the answer .. swaggering in to plop down at my fires and order my slave around. What the fuck.

It is that kind of cheeky attitude that made me suspect that none of the catastrophes of the passed few hands had anything to do with coincidence. Here was a perfect example of what could go wrong sitting right under my nose and I had been oblivious.

I was so furious I could have chewed my tongue off.

Not one person knew it though.

I feel this clamp on my brain like I have never felt before. Pressure points driving into my skull and numbing the cortex. What can be salvaged? What has not been contaminated? Is there any hope of being successful in my quest? Have I learned about this Kassar Spex in time to save it at the last moment? I have a hell of a lot of work to do. Perhaps I have the key now to accomplish something. Was this why I heard my name? Was that some kind of warning? Was the interference .. the cosmic white noise more than just the confusion in my own head?

I can not believe there was a Kassar spex right here .. at my fires ... this entire time. If I was not parnoid before .. I am certainly so now.