This is your Baron. He touched his ear to listen to the pickup. Give me an update. Below on the sands, the crew captain answered, his voice gruff, his manner annoyingly unimpressed with the importance of the man to whom he was speaking. Ten years working spice crews, and this deposit's beyond anything I've ever seen.
Trouble is, it's buried deep.
Normally, you know, we find the spice exposed by the elements. The Baron waited for only a moment. Something strange going on here, sir. Chemically, I mean. We've got carbon dioxide leaking from below, some sort of a bubble beneath us.