Thufir Hawat
The Aged Mentat, Master of Assassins
Loyalty sharpened by logic, and stained by sapho.
They call me a Mentat, a machine of reason, but I bleed like any man. My mind has been my weapon, my prison, my sacrifice. I have served my Duke, my Paul, and now I serve the game that devours all players. My loyalty is not a weakness—it is the edge that cuts both ways.
What I'm Into: poisoned wine, Fremen ecology, calculating betrayals, sapho drips, the weight of old oaths
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