Summary:

Mandalorians went by many names. Sometimes a title bound by duty and creed –- alor, ver’alor, goran, beroya. Sometimes a meaning, a title bound by blood and promise –- ver’gebuir, vod, buir, riduur. And sometimes something private, something to have for themselves -– Djarin, Vizsla.

Between it all it was like sitting in the center of a courtyard, with two pillars sat on each end and Din in the middle. Choices were meant to be made in the center, two roles bracketing his life, pushing, pulling, asking the same question: What do you want to become, Din Djarin?