Tannur has lived on the streets his whole life, and unlike many, he doesn't mind it. He accepted himself as human debris, and works between men of the alleys, mainly a man named Hog, to earn his share to survive. 

Aimlessly pottering about, large distant eyes scanning everyone he passes, Tannur doesn't like the more frontal approach some of his other rats like to go by when stealing, taking a less obvious approach and finding a trinket or two to pawn off with Hog and his men. At most, he rathers finding petty jobs he can do, and wander back to the Alley with coin to pawn off to his friends and the likes.

A quiet lad, Tannur will not openly seek for conversation, he likes to find himself perched on higher ground to watch others, but will never do anything for his own gain, mostly, unless coin or food is involved. Always asking 'What to do next' or 'Where to go now'.

More recently, Tannur has found himself in the lines of working as a trader. With help from a friendly face, he has already started up a small trade of certain items here and there, with a little shack in Bree. His personality switches up when he trades, fading out of his usual blank and glazed expression, hair pulled back and a glint in his eyes, learning his trade from trading along with other traders. That's a lot of the word trade.