Warily, he pushes the door to the cafe open, his pistol out. The weapon doesn't actually seem to work, though he can't figure out why, nothing is wrong with it, but it's still a visible weapon and thus a deterrent if anyone decides to start something.
A quick scan of the room reveals no visible threats. He looks down to his companion, the small, green Child. "Stay close." He says. A cantina like this might have supplies that he can scavenge for him and the Kid.
But other people might have gotten the same idea. This needs to be quick.
He crosses the floor to the bar, and rounds it. A few quick examinations of the bottles don't turn up; alcohol and caf aren't what he needs. The Child watches him work curiously, his head turned up quizzically.
Something under the counter catches his attention. Water bottles, it looks like. Full water bottles. "I found something." He tells his small companion, lowering himself under the bar to begin grabbing what he and the Kid can use. No food, but clean drinkable water is a start.
That's where you come in; were you in the attic room or in the bathroom when he came in? Or did you see them enter and followed? Regardless, your entrance is noted by the Child who's attention turns to you with a gurgle, followed by the Mandalorian standing up slowly, carefully, from behind the bar, placing a water bottle on the counter in front of him.
"Something you need?" He asks.
USJ
A small camp has been built in the mountain area, using a rocky outcropping and some materials scavenged from the buildings around the lake; it's not big or fancy, but it's defensible, close to water, and protected from the elements; given the weather systems at play in this installation, he's not about to rule out that it might be possible for adverse conditions to spring up, like a storm.
Around a small firepit that's been dug, currently not being used, he sits, performing what maintenance he can on his pistol. The thing hasn't worked since he got here, and now there's time to try and figure out why. The Child is crouched nearby, apparently having found some fun in stacking small rocks, piles as big big as he is...which isn't very much. But it's keeping him entertained.
He doesn't look up from his gun as he hears you approach. "The water's down past here, if that's what you're looking for." He says. There's a path that runs by where the camp has been set up that lead888s down to the overflowing spring.
Body Snatchers
It's later, at the camp. He's not adverse to sharing it with passersby, letting them get some rest, though you'll find while he's not the most talkative on his own. The Child continues to play. But then movement catches his attention, and he looks up in time to see a small, bearded figure disappearing behind some rocks.
"What the..." He begins to rise. "Kuiil?" The Child noticed it too; he coos curiously, the Ugnaught having left enough of an impression to know that he's safe. "Hey. Old man, that you?" It can't be, not after what happened on Navarro, but...with everything else that's happened...
He gets to his feet, approaching where he saw the Ugnaught vanish. "Kuiil. That you?"
That's when the ghowl leaps out, a storm of claws and teeth. Instinct kicks in, and he manages to land a blow on the creature as it leaps, claws scraping against the beskar chestpiece; at least his armour's integrity is as strong as it ever was. He pulls his knife as the creature is knocked back, slipping into a combat stance and already readying himself for its counterattack...but the ghowl's attention has already turned to easier prey.
The Child, hand outstretched towards it, eyes closed and a look of what appears to be intense concentration...yet nothing is happening. The Child's eyes open, the hand droops down; a noise of confusion.
The ghowl charges as he throws himself at the beast with his dagger. He won't let it get the Kid, but his knife isn't going to be enough. They both need help.
Din Djarin | The Mandalorian | OTA
Warily, he pushes the door to the cafe open, his pistol out. The weapon doesn't actually seem to work, though he can't figure out why, nothing is wrong with it, but it's still a visible weapon and thus a deterrent if anyone decides to start something.
A quick scan of the room reveals no visible threats. He looks down to his companion, the small, green Child. "Stay close." He says. A cantina like this might have supplies that he can scavenge for him and the Kid.
But other people might have gotten the same idea. This needs to be quick.
He crosses the floor to the bar, and rounds it. A few quick examinations of the bottles don't turn up; alcohol and caf aren't what he needs. The Child watches him work curiously, his head turned up quizzically.
Something under the counter catches his attention. Water bottles, it looks like. Full water bottles. "I found something." He tells his small companion, lowering himself under the bar to begin grabbing what he and the Kid can use. No food, but clean drinkable water is a start.
That's where you come in; were you in the attic room or in the bathroom when he came in? Or did you see them enter and followed? Regardless, your entrance is noted by the Child who's attention turns to you with a gurgle, followed by the Mandalorian standing up slowly, carefully, from behind the bar, placing a water bottle on the counter in front of him.
"Something you need?" He asks.
USJ
A small camp has been built in the mountain area, using a rocky outcropping and some materials scavenged from the buildings around the lake; it's not big or fancy, but it's defensible, close to water, and protected from the elements; given the weather systems at play in this installation, he's not about to rule out that it might be possible for adverse conditions to spring up, like a storm.
Around a small firepit that's been dug, currently not being used, he sits, performing what maintenance he can on his pistol. The thing hasn't worked since he got here, and now there's time to try and figure out why. The Child is crouched nearby, apparently having found some fun in stacking small rocks, piles as big big as he is...which isn't very much. But it's keeping him entertained.
He doesn't look up from his gun as he hears you approach. "The water's down past here, if that's what you're looking for." He says. There's a path that runs by where the camp has been set up that lead888s down to the overflowing spring.
Body Snatchers
It's later, at the camp. He's not adverse to sharing it with passersby, letting them get some rest, though you'll find while he's not the most talkative on his own. The Child continues to play. But then movement catches his attention, and he looks up in time to see a small, bearded figure disappearing behind some rocks.
"What the..." He begins to rise. "Kuiil?" The Child noticed it too; he coos curiously, the Ugnaught having left enough of an impression to know that he's safe. "Hey. Old man, that you?" It can't be, not after what happened on Navarro, but...with everything else that's happened...
He gets to his feet, approaching where he saw the Ugnaught vanish. "Kuiil. That you?"
That's when the ghowl leaps out, a storm of claws and teeth. Instinct kicks in, and he manages to land a blow on the creature as it leaps, claws scraping against the beskar chestpiece; at least his armour's integrity is as strong as it ever was. He pulls his knife as the creature is knocked back, slipping into a combat stance and already readying himself for its counterattack...but the ghowl's attention has already turned to easier prey.
The Child, hand outstretched towards it, eyes closed and a look of what appears to be intense concentration...yet nothing is happening. The Child's eyes open, the hand droops down; a noise of confusion.
The ghowl charges as he throws himself at the beast with his dagger. He won't let it get the Kid, but his knife isn't going to be enough. They both need help.