Din was sitting at a picnic table on Mandalore, in the fields in some shade. There was hundreds of mandalorians spread out and around, feasting, drinking, talking, making campfires to sit at. It was a nice day.

He sat by himself, with Grogu beside him in his hover-stroller. Mandalore was back in it’s former glory.

“This is your new home, Gorgu.” He said.

His voice was subtly deep, tiniest bit muffled with the metal helmet. He looked around, always observing, always watching.