On the rain-swept planet of Dakira, a Mandalorian entered the cantina of a small, impoverished town. His appearance was rare not only because he came from a line of fabled warriors, but also because he was not there on the premise of bounty hunting. He was there to search for a particular individual without the intention of capturing or killing them.

In fact, he was seeking help.

"What'll it be?" The bartender asked, noting the unmistakable gleam of wet beskar.

"I'm looking for a Jedi." Din went straight to the point, not in the mood for small talk.

"A Jedi?" The old man scratched his beard. "There's no Jedi around here. As far as I'm concerned, they're all dead."

"I was told I might find one here." Din insisted.

"Well you were told wrong." Turning away, the old man began to clean a glass with an old rag. "If you're not gonna buy anything, I kindly ask that you—"

Din tossed a pouch of credits on the counter, earning a curious coo from the satchel on his hip. Before the bartender's gaze could be drawn away, he quickly moved the conversation further.

"All I want is information." Din stated in a quieter tone, careful not to draw the attention of nearby bar-goers who may have malicious intent.

The bartender eyed the pouch with obvious interest, then wrinkled his nose and leaned on the counter.

"Listen," he began in a soft, stern tone. "If you're here to cause trouble, I suggest you leave. Bounty hunters aren't welcome here and I made a promise that I intend to keep."

"I'm not here for a job." Din replied. "There are matters I must attend to that require the aid of a Jedi."

The old man snorted. "Sounds like an impossible predicament." Despite his skepticism, he swiped the pouch from the counter and stuffed it into the front of his apron. "Alright, fine. There's a woman who lives in the woods just outside of town. No one knows her name or how long she's been living there. Some people call her "Shewolf" because she seems to have formed a bond with the wolves out there."

Din tilted his head. "Have you ever spoken with her?"

"Not personally, no." The old man replied. "But sometimes she stops by the marketplace and talks with the merchants about buying their goods. No idea where she gets the money from, though."

That was all the information Din needed. He turned and left the cantina, already forming a plan in his mind. While he could try his luck searching for her in the woods, he decided that the better option would be to scope out the marketplace, wait for her to appear, and then follow her into the wilderness. Confronting her in a public place could scare her off.

The downside was that it could take days, even weeks, for her to show herself. He had time, though, and was more than willing to wait if it meant finally making progress in his quest. Grogu gave a soft coo from the satchel, seeming to agree.