Drifters. They mean that in a general sense, like a bandit is a thief, or as a defining title, as in how the Thieves' Guild calls themselves thieves? Some people look on an occupation as a temporary means of surviving, some understand an undertaking as a way of life.

"Makes it sound awful poetic when you put it like that," she observes. Real way with words, for someone who writes(?) in such short sentence fragments.

"Not everyone I've met wanders just to stay alive, though." Severs scratches at her plumes, nictitating membranes rising to glaze her eyes over thoughtfully. "Someone gets arrested for crossing a border illegally. This land they've walked into tries to take their head. Even so, they don't go home. They explore each corner of that place, from south to north to east to west. Khajiit traders are spat upon and denied entrance into every city, called liars and drug peddlers and thieves. Even so, they keep up their routes through this place that despises them, peddling to the few willing to buy from them. Nonsensical, isn't it? Foolish, even. Makes you wonder what they're thinking."