Who: Din Djarin and Ronan Lynch Where: The Hotel When: 4/23 What: A thank you for a gift Status: In progress. Warnings: TBD
Finding candles at his door was a surprise, and initially Din hadn't been totally sure who they might have come from. His first thought was Luke - only because they had spent some time together already and it seemed like the sort of thing Luke might have done. But then he followed the instructions and blew and the candle was suddenly lit casting a warm glow around the room. It seemed like a normal candle in many ways, but he could tell there was something off about it, he passed a hand through the flame just to see and he didn't feel the burn. And another blow put the flame out. It really was an interesting gift and he wondered whether it had been the hotel itself that had gifted it - but it didn't seem like everyone had received a stash of candles they could use as the hotel stretched into it's next day of darkness.
Pepper and Daphne both entered his mind but he decided they probably weren't the creators of these candles either. And in the end he was left with only one other option that he thought it might be and so he set out in search of the young man he thought responsible.
The benefit of wearing the helmet, it gave him a clearer view of the darkened hallways than he'd have had otherwise, as he scanned through walls seeking out the person he wanted, passing over body heat signatures that he knew were wrong, though he still had to poke his head into more open spaces than he'd have liked to find who he was looking for. "It's Ronan, right?" He asked as a sort of greeting.