Talramis wandered through the bazaar, looking for a place to lay down his belongings and rest for the night. He was used to wandering, as this was what he did whenever he had no work. His most recent servitude had just ended, and being the Kevlar that he was, he needed some new friends, and hopefully, a new master.
Tal was very new to Stormhold, and there were so many people, that there was no "Ideal" spot to lay down his blanket and sleep the night away, so instead, he just plopped down next to a large building.
Talramis unhooked his pack, and took out his blanket, or, it was more like a rug, and sat with his back to the wall, looking out at passerby's. This is what he did, he sat around in a town, until someone noticed him, and made him their slave. It was a hard life, but Talramis was used to it, and didn't mind...