Unlikely Reunions
"Hey, sis. What happened to this guy?"
"Should we get his wand?"
"Do you even know how to use magic?"
"You'll never know unless you try—"
Han groaned and sat up, nearly stabbing himself in the eye with his wand, but then dropped it in his lap to look at the gathered gremlins—children, rather. All of them were young kids, with the oldest only looking around at twelve years old? It was the same girl who dragged him here.
"How long was I out?" he asked.
A small boy spoke, "Not too long, Mister—"
He got shoved by a much-older boy who shook his head.
"Oi, don't answer him."
"Why not?"
Ignoring the two, Han glanced all around him to check if it was a trap, if there was another one of those Thugs waiting to hit him with a metal bat or anything else, but it didn't seem so. They would have gotten his wand if they were here. "Is it safe here? I really should get going if I evaded those men thanks to you guys."