The doors of the Smuggler's Den open and give way to another interesting face to intermix with an already rough and tough looking crowd that always seems to make their home in the famous bar. Tyler Damion struts into the establishment in his worn spacer gear and marches toward his usual spot on the bar, taking a bit of time off after the COMPNOR lock downs on Corellia and a long series of trials. Cigarette hanging from his mouth, the old Corellian doesn't need to say a word as the bartender places his usual up for him to grab, not many people would bother a Sith with the details of payment as the man mutters "On the house."