Nearby, the door that resided as soul entrance to the building, burst open nearly ripping it clear from its hinges. In stepped a man that was covered from head to toe in bad ass; Sith Beskar'gam protecting his form, with his Cater Coat and Cloak covering that as well. Topping it off, was the pure darkness rolling off of him in waves, almost absent mindedly. Tossing a gesture towards the bartender, no words were spoken but the man moved instantly to grab him a glass and a bottle.
Little would any guess the very movements themselves were not his own. Having no contact with his Master, Damien had gotten aggressive once more, and now fiddled with the mans mind like a puppeteer. Then, he cut the strings.
The body slumped to the ground with no other sounds, save oxygen escaping the collapsing lungs.