Grogu asks for a Protector
Grogu, toddling up to the Armorer: Hello!
Armorer: Hello, Little One.
Grogu: I need a protec'er.
Armorer waves a hand to the long line of Mando parents: Ok, who would you like to protect you?
Grogu, completely ignoring the long line of suitable parents who know how to take care of babies, looks off into the distance and sees the shiny Mando: *pointing* That one.
Armorer: You wish for...Din Djarin?
Grogu: *nods wisely*
Armorer: Are you sure?
Grogu: I promise I be good.
Armorer: It will be as you wish.
Armorer: Din Djarin.
Din: *swiftly walks over to the armorer and stands in silence, awaiting her orders*
Armorer: You have a foundling.
Din:...a foundling?
Armorer: This is the way.
Grogu: *taps on Din's boots and raises his arms to be picked up*
Din, warily picking up the small green child: *sighs* This is the Way.
