When Gull's time to arrive came due, Martin was dressed in his uniform as House Warmaster, waiting silently, patiently, eyes absorbing everything that unfolded before him.  He knew better, he knew best - a spice merchant's entourage was rarely simply that.  Especially, as he observed, when one of the Bene Gesserit order was present.<em>Young she may be</em>, he silently regarded,<em>and inexperienced too, but I know the Sisterhood.  No move is made without the utmost care and discretion.  Besides, <strong>someone</strong> put her here, <strong>allowed </strong>her to be sent here. </em>Older he may be, but Martin was no fool - a Bene Gesserit's first, last, and final loyalty lay with her sisters.  Distasteful they might find it, but this Lakshmi would stick a kindjal in Gull's back at a word from her superiors, would they but give the word.<br/><br/>He only briefly observed the offering given to them...but then went back to it with a second look.  It seemed impressive enough - but given the size of it, Martin reckoned that it could easily hide a hunter-seeker in a hollowed-out interior.  Hearing Eliza's commentary, he silently noted:<em>Beauty is often a thing most dangerous, dear heir, and not to be trusted.</em>As it stood, they were preparing to head inside for the evening's itinerary, during which Martin could take a moment's leave to have the offering re-examined.