does not inspire confidence.
 
Cuarto Powder scanned the teams of prisoners. It's not unusual here, sir.
 
Xavier pursed his lips. The League of Nobles insisted on each planet's right to govern itself as the populace saw fit. Still, I don't believe that a captive man will ever provide his best work. I want no mistakes, Jaymes -- the fleet depends on it.
 
He swept his gaze across the work crews, looking for anything out of place, uneasy to see so many slaves performing delicate work. One black-bearded man in particular, with eyes that seemed to hold anything but placid thoughts, guided his team with sharp commands in a language Xavier could not understand. “They'll be unpleasant enough to look at while they rot,” the Baron said, “but we'll eventually have nice clean skeletons to admire.”
The remaining walls were layered with intricate scrollwork showing blue Harkonnen griffins as well as gross and pornographic images of human and human-animal copulation, suggestive designs, and a mechanical clock that would have offended most observers!