Silverlight Terrace Kept inside I won't let go

"I do not live....anywhere, really. I am a vagabond." 

'Where the fuck do I live?'

The silver femora's question made him pause for a moment to really consider how long he'd been traveling. For months, the only form of home that he actually had was the wilderness and any semi-comfortable spot he could find to rest on. He doesn't really have an alliance...anywhere. 

Well, that's why he was here today, of course.

"Yer from moonspear, right? Do your people have anymore room for another?"