So tonight he had headed instead to the eastern marketplace, where the food merchants were packing up. They tended to leave - and waste - perfectly good food, something he wasn't opposed to helping them by cleaning up. He wasn't sure why people fussed so much when he did this. Surely if they left things in their stalls overnight, they meant for people to take them?
He crossed his arms, hand sliding into the sleeves of his tunic. The market square was still full of people when he arrived, and he spent a good hour or so sitting on the edge of the fountain, elbows on his knees and chin on the palms of his hands. There wasn't much to do at times like this, and so he contented himself with carefully reading the shop signs. His ability to read seemed to surprise people, but with the Library not letting him in, he didn't exactly have much chance to use it...
"Mag-elle's Sun-dries," he said, under his breath. The square was steadily emptying, the slam of stall and shop doors becoming more and more frequent...as was the grumbling of his stomach. "East End Arm-or-er's."
When the square was mostly dark, he hopped off the fountain wall, looking about. The fruit merchant was the best one for food, he'd found. The man was nice enough to leave his goods within easy reach if one darted under the cloth front of his stall. It was rather like a game, really - he simply had to slide under the tied canvas like so when the guards were on the other end of the square...
It was an hour after dinner (a pair of apples, today) that he finally found a place that looked promising - and comfortable. He nimbly hauled himself up the front of an empty stall, testing the striped canvas cover that formed the roof. It seemed steady enough and held his weight, and he quite happily slid onto it, finding his weight sank him down so he didn't seem visible to the rest of the square. Wonderful! Maybe they couldn't see him now, either.
Either way it was sheltered, and more comfortable than the stone streets. Bay was soon asleep, curled up in a ball.