Hera leads the way into town. Unlike Mos Elrey, there doesn't seem to be any visible Imperial presence here. No Stormtroopers at the gates, nothing that even looks big enough to be an office or barracks. She wonders whether it's because the town's so small, or so deep in a Hutt's terrain. When not colluding, the Empire and the Hutts seem to mostly stay out of each other's way.

(Not that things were so different under the Republic, but that's a thought Hera pushes from her mind.)

The speeder that had been parked by the wall is gone when they reach it. There are lights in some windows, hanging lamps, even candles in a few, but many others are darkened. Only a handful of others are on the streets, all wearing cloaks like Hera and Kanan, hoods pulled up. Hera considers asking one of the passersby if there's anywhere to eat in town, but it's so quiet, at first, that holds off.

The suns have nearly set, and Hera's thinking of just calling Chopper and moving on, when she hears voices - many of them, the tell-tale sounds of a gathering place. She turns down an empty street, but can already see the lights at the end of the lane. As they get closer, she can hear the scrape of cups and plates, and the crackle of recorded music playing over the chatter.

"Sounds like something's open," she says.