Shk'dra looked down at the rags on her body when she awoke in her bed. Sighing, she stood, pushing her hair back. Looking outside, her face fell. She thought maybe she would wake up, and it would all be a nightmare. A bitter dream, something that never happened. Grabbing her small pail of water, she splashed some on her skin. Getting up, she walked out into the open space. She looked around at the dirty tiny town, small shanties, barely clothed creatures. She walked to the bar, frowning.