Sovi leads them down into a very dark chamber. Low-lit lamps hung from the ceiling light a path forward, but there's not enough to see how large the room is, or what else may be in it. There's a musty scent, surprising given how precious any moisture is here, and a soft murmur from the far side of the room that grows louder as they walk across it, until they reach a door there.

With another glance to Hera, Sovi asks, "How's your Jawa Trade?"

"I've been practicing," Hera answers, though her tone is short of confident.