[Roger himself has seen strange sigils since his arrival, chiefly a large yellow one at the center of his chest.

More importantly to Roger, though, if the droid was not so otherwise occupied, he would take out his autobiography now, and narrate his encounters with such supernatural shrines right there. Alas, he must continue pouring.]

Oh, no, thankfully. It's been over a decade since I had to deal with anything like that. Most of it was during the Galactic Civil War. [Roger hasn't quite caught onto the fact that the history of his galaxy isn't common knowledge here. He figures every one who's been brought here is from somewhere remote, since the First Order doesn't seem to be a pressing concern to anyone else, but that no one else has even heard of the Empire is almost unfathomable.]

But since then, I've been trying to live a pretty normal life. And mostly succeeding, until a few weeks ago.