The things I do sometimes...However, I should be grateful its Zeltros and not Nal Hutta, Nar Shadda or Ord Mantel...

Hardun heaved a sigh as he brought his ship into the atmosphere, having already gotten himself clearance from what passed for the ATC. Nimbly making his way through the atmosphere, he sets down Midnight Comet with ease in one of the births. The smuggler then checked his security moments later before heading off of his ship, his WESTAR pistol sitting in its holster out of precaution. 

Well...since I'm here, might as well head to that cantina I heard so much about. 

He then paid his docking fees, stopping at a brief meeting to collect his payment before he made his way towards the line of cantinas that seemed to propogate around the spaceport. The man noted one with amusement at its name before he headed inside, already feeling a bit heady. 

Heh...Passionate Poison...how appropriate...

He found his way to a booth before sitting down and letting out a sigh of contentment.