𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 → 𝐃𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐉𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍

▹ 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺-𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳

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CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

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ARTEMIS was glad to see Trask coming into view. Not that she didn't like the Frog Lady but Grogu always seemed to be trying to eat her eggs—something Artemis wanted to prevent.

As soon as they landed, the Frog Lady headed out of the Razor Crest and started looking for her husband. Artemis followed her with her eyes and was pleased to see the spouse reunited. Almost automatically, she smiled.

Grogu whined upon knowing he'd be separated from the eggs and he glanced up at Din.

"I know you're hungry," Din told him. "We'll get you something to eat."

"Me too," Artemis mumbled. "I'm starving."

Din laughed. "We'll get something for you as well."

The husband of the Frog Lady hurried towards them and shook their hands in gratitude.

"You're welcome," Din said. "We were told you could lead me to others of my kind."

The frog nodded and gestured at an inn.

"The inn?" Din questioned. "Over there?"

The frog nodded again and Din and Artemis exchanged a glance before heading towards the inn. Suddenly, Artemis felt as if they were being watched and she turned around as she peered at her surroundings. Nothing odd to see.

"You coming?" Din asked, having noticed she wasn't beside him anymore.

"Yeah," Artemis said absently, as she was still looking. "I'm coming."

With one last glance, she turned around and followed the frogs, Din and Grogu into the inn. The frog waved at a Mon Calamari server and gestured for them to go to him.

"Thank you," Din said again, before the three of them headed over to the server.

"Have a seat over there," he said, gesturing at an empty table. "What can I get you?"

"Nothing for me," Din said. "But two bowls of chowder for my friends," he added, nodding at Artemis and Grogu.

"These seats are scarce, buddy," the server said. "Everyone seated needs to eat."

"I can buy something else," Din said, pushing some credits towards the server. "Information." The server grabbed the credits and Din went on, "Have you seen others that look like me?"

The server filled their plates with chowder. "Others with beskar have been through here," he said.

"Who can take us to them?" Din questioned, as Artemis bowed over her bowl of chowder and started eating. She had not been lying when she said she was starving.