[It's the second dragon Din has fought in his life.
And it's hard to tell, but from the ground he's pretty sure the krayt dragon was bigger. And he really doesn't know a lot about purple dragons but it's a dangerous creature and it has to be stopped. And that's about all he knows.
It's times like these that he misses his ship. The Razor Crest would have been able to catch up to that thing and shoot it from the sky, he's pretty certain.]
We need a way to catch up with it. Once that happens, I can try and get above it and hit it.
[Horses, magic, something that flies. Whatever they got.]
Or some way to slow it down.
[Aftermath - Celliwig]
[Failure hurts. It always hurts.
Din surveys the the ruins of Celliwig with a heavy heart. It's not much to look at. Just a burned out, ruined crater of it's former glory. And he tries not to think of how familiar it feels. Because wasn't he just here? In his own smouldering crater. He curses, trying to shove away the memory of the Razor crest, though his hand is in his pocket, wrapped tightly around a silver ball.
He's not sure why he's here. To dig through ruins, find potential survivors, who's to say. Maybe it's just a chance to be sad.]
[Aftermath - Lestari]
[Lestari brings a different story however.
Din hadn't really spent a lot of time here, so he doesn't have the same connection. And well, a dragon's hoard doesn't sound too unappealing. Assuming it's not just a pile of rotting, half-eaten corpses. He really only has krayt dragons to go off of.
He's managed to find a stash of fine weapons, and is looking through them, particularly a gold spear. It's hardly beskar, but it might look nice. And the gold does remind him of the Armourer.]
So, if we manage to make it home, does anything come with us?
[Because all of this could feed the tribe for...a long time. It's bound to have value to someone.]
Din Djarin | The Mandalorian
[It's the second dragon Din has fought in his life.
And it's hard to tell, but from the ground he's pretty sure the krayt dragon was bigger. And he really doesn't know a lot about purple dragons but it's a dangerous creature and it has to be stopped. And that's about all he knows.
It's times like these that he misses his ship. The Razor Crest would have been able to catch up to that thing and shoot it from the sky, he's pretty certain.]
We need a way to catch up with it. Once that happens, I can try and get above it and hit it.
[Horses, magic, something that flies. Whatever they got.]
Or some way to slow it down.
[Aftermath - Celliwig]
[Failure hurts. It always hurts.
Din surveys the the ruins of Celliwig with a heavy heart. It's not much to look at. Just a burned out, ruined crater of it's former glory. And he tries not to think of how familiar it feels. Because wasn't he just here? In his own smouldering crater. He curses, trying to shove away the memory of the Razor crest, though his hand is in his pocket, wrapped tightly around a silver ball.
He's not sure why he's here. To dig through ruins, find potential survivors, who's to say. Maybe it's just a chance to be sad.]
[Aftermath - Lestari]
[Lestari brings a different story however.
Din hadn't really spent a lot of time here, so he doesn't have the same connection. And well, a dragon's hoard doesn't sound too unappealing. Assuming it's not just a pile of rotting, half-eaten corpses. He really only has krayt dragons to go off of.
He's managed to find a stash of fine weapons, and is looking through them, particularly a gold spear. It's hardly beskar, but it might look nice. And the gold does remind him of the Armourer.]
So, if we manage to make it home, does anything come with us?
[Because all of this could feed the tribe for...a long time. It's bound to have value to someone.]