Location from Dune by Frank Herbert
A cold, grey Harkonnen fief — a whale-fur trading world where Glossu Rabban retreats between campaigns of brutality and the Baron sends those he wishes to forget.
Lankiveil is cold, damp, and miserable in a way that feels intentional — as if the planet exists specifically as a punishment posting. The wind off the sea carries the smell of brine and whale fat. The locals are taciturn, weathered people who harvest bjondax whale fur and try not to attract Harkonnen attention. The Baron considers Lankiveil beneath contempt, which makes it a useful place to exile family members who disappoint him. Rabban's governorship here was a demotion disguised as a fief. The planet's only export of value is whale fur — luxury goods for distant worlds, harvested in conditions that are anything but luxurious.
Grey seas under grey skies. Rocky coastlines battered by freezing surf. Fishing villages of dark timber and stone, their roofs heavy with snow half the year. The whale-fur processing plants line the harbors — long, low buildings that stink of rendered blubber. Inland, the terrain rises into barren mountains. There is no color here that isn't grey, brown, or the dirty white of old snow.
Also known as: Rabban's fief, the whale-fur world