He hadn't been up on the roof the entire time, though. He jumped down at some poins to steal food, or drink from the markets. It was a lot easier than expected, the salesmen never noticed anything until he was already back on that roof. Watching.
"I thought they were smarter than this," he thought to himself. "It's been three long days, and no one has even looked up here!" He was very annoyed that nothing of value had come to his attention. That was why he was here, to steal. "There should be something here, the last-..well, the only good Rider is here. He must have something interesting. Well, besides that damned dragon."
Once or twice, he lit a tent on fire for fun, or out of boredom. He knew fire magic, lots of fire magic. It was the necklace his mother gave him when he was younger that gave him the ability. It was a necklace fashioned into a ruby cresent moon. Of course, his entire family was dead now, thanks to his idiotic brother, Zajah.
He felt his stomach rumble, and suddenly realized he was quite hungry. As he hopped down to the sandy flor of the city, he heard someone behind him shout: "You there!"
He turned around to see a guard with a spear pointed at him.
"You've been stealing all of our food! Hey, I've seen you befo-...Ryu..kazi?"
Ryukazi just smirked, and said: "I'd rather be called Ryu. Brisingr!"
He didn't bother to watch the man ignite, he just ran towards the marketplace for a third time today.