Room 303, Sunday Afternoon

[future_sandworm]

Leto had pulled the chair up next to the window. He leaned the baliset against his shoulder, and after adjusting the tuning a little he struck a few chords. Then there was a silence while he roamed through his memories for a tune to play, and eventually he found an old Fremen song, possibly lost to the people of his day. He played it slowly at first, and then at the right pace, adding the words in a quiet voice.

[Door and post is open]