Caleb strolled through the bustling streets, the noise and chaos of the city a stark contrast to the quiet solitude of the alley he had left behind. As he navigated through the crowd, his mind raced with the practicalities of his new existence in this unknown world.
"Money," he muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the din of market sellers and chattering passersby. "I'll need funds to sustain any sort of investigation into this place." Despite his extraordinary powers, which could easily turn any bank vault or royal treasury into an open treasure chest for him, Caleb scoffed at the idea of using his abilities for such crude measures. "No, that's not the way. There's no elegance, no challenge in brute theft."
