It's hard to describe Tatooine to people. Cobb could talk about the endless dunes of the Sand Sea or the unrelenting heat of the Twins. He doesn't because those things are just there and not something he can change.

"Cal. Yeah, he's got a forge in town somewhere," he says with a little nod. He hasn't met the kid in person but they've talked. He seems like a good kid, got a decent head on his shoulders and helpful.

The accent doesn't bother him. He's learned to decipher all sorts of accents being mingled in with slaves from other planets most of his life. His deputy had a little accent herself. "I've never stayed in the hotel myself. If you get tired of it I'm gonna be fixin' up some other places to stay. Might have one for you eventually."