[ the mandalorian, on his way to the grocery store that never runs short of stock, has already stopped when he heard the sound of faint music playing past the fog. a soft tune, even wistful. beside him hovers a large metal pod, the resident inside sleeping (or so he hopes), which slows to a stop as soon as he does. he continues to listen, waiting to see if the player will reveal themselves, curious if it's a person or a trap waiting to spring.
thankfully, it is the former. he sees her as the melody ends, standing tall in his beskar armor as ever, and listens to her question in silence. ]
New in town? [ seems like people are going to just keep coming in. not good. ] You're on an island. We think it's called South Sister.
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thankfully, it is the former. he sees her as the melody ends, standing tall in his beskar armor as ever, and listens to her question in silence. ]
New in town? [ seems like people are going to just keep coming in. not good. ] You're on an island. We think it's called South Sister.