[12th stolen journal]
[Well, that was pretty quick. Leto's back after only six hours. The Malnosso tested his resistance to his one big weakness: water. This caused some of the sandtrout to go skittering off of his skin, to parts unknown. So he's lying in a clearing at the foot of the mountains, completely drained, with sandtrout-shaped chunks missing from his skin. He's kindof dragging himself off towards the desert, because he knows that's what's best for him in this state. Meanwhile:]
[voice||keeping the exhaustion and pain out of it]
Anyone who...has seen small, burrowing creatures that...resemble fish or pill bugs...that are...approximately a foot long, brown and...leathery...those belong to me. Anyone who brings them...back to me...I will be in their...debt. Do not...put them in...your mouth or...eat anything...that comes out of them.
Those are...sandtrout. Producers of spice. My sym...biotic partners.
I have to keep her...alive.
[voice||keeping the exhaustion and pain out of it]
Anyone who...has seen small, burrowing creatures that...resemble fish or pill bugs...that are...approximately a foot long, brown and...leathery...those belong to me. Anyone who brings them...back to me...I will be in their...debt. Do not...put them in...your mouth or...eat anything...that comes out of them.
Those are...sandtrout. Producers of spice. My sym...biotic partners.
I have to keep her...alive.