Ki stood silently in an open area, fingers twitching at his side as he watched the inhabitants of the city wake. It was another day in Slave City, another day to hate his job, hate this city, hate the creatures that had taken him from his home. The Swilbakki could feel someone watching him. Turning his head, Ki met the eyes of a smaller being who scampered away in the direction of a building in need of some care. It was probably someone looking for something to take or trade for. Ki looked down at himself, he had pieces of his original armor left. The metal caught the lights of a nearby building. The bar was almost always open it seemed, always open for those who needed someplace to go before the work day started, somewhere to go to forget about what lay beyond the doors even if it was only for a moment. Ki stepped into the bar, eying the others who had already gathered there before finding a place where he could still see outside.