He lacks these connections, but still maybe yearns to have them some day, but he holds himself only as a freak among these normal people, an abnormality that doesn’t fit, he tries to remain unimportant so he doesn’t stick out like the sore thumb he is. He wanders off as the street flushes with another set of new arrivals to the crowded streets.
He wants not nor needs not for some poor soul to bump into him and feel his curse’s wrath and then be chased all the way back to the guild like a monster made of nightmarish dreams. He stands back flush against a wall watching and wondering about some of these peoples stories as most pass him with not a second thought or look even though he probably looks like he is up to no good standing there cloaked and masked watching them like he is picking a mark to follow and rob in a back alley.