"Yes. May this humble Paladin escort you," Perhaps he was laying it on thick with his assumed identity, but he figured he might as well play along. He waited for Astarion, before guiding him out of the tavern.

"Rest assured, you can return to this world anytime you wish," Thrawn said, as they walked the streets. "Be it homesickness or for business reasons. You need only ask." Thrawn knew what it was like to leave home for a long time, to leave friends and family, to do something he felt he had to do. He also promised himself that he would return home one day, and see his people again.

The shuttle, his confiscated smuggler vessel rather than an Imperial Lambda, waited just on the outskirts of Rivington. Pik and Waffle were already inside.