"So far, the only adventure I get is when the locals try to raid my home. It's going to take a while before I've sufficiently deterred them from it." The Sandpeople aren't a problem while he's actually on his farm, although the edges of it butt up against their territory in the Jundland Wastes, so he has to be careful while tending the edges. It's the Jawas that worry him, greedy little mechanical scavengers that they are. Twice he's had to scare them off from dismantling his water vaporizors. He'd set several cunning traps around them before leaving, but he has no doubt they'll have gotten around them by the time he returns home.

Home. It's not, really; it's just a place for him to sleep, and while away the years.