Caleb rowed into town, unladen with cargo of the interesting sort, just some boring fruits and vegetables from the enchanted forest, coin only REALLY came when he did something at least halfway interesting. He mused to himself of the clatter of gold pieces made against themselves, the way they rolled and spun against flat surfaces. Coin had the way of bringing out the true nature of things, Caleb mused, place it on a table and if it wasn't flat it would roll, show a creature a large amount of money and suddenly his true colors came to the surface. Everybody their prices, Caleb had figured out a long time ago, his were just advertised, perhaps not efficiently enough. And here he was again, back at his original problem. "Nothing to do about it I suppose" Caleb said to himself as he shrugged and sat down, letting his boat gently float into place in the docks. He sighed as he played with one of his last remaining pocket change, spinning it around his fingers over and over.
After running a few errands in town, Caleb made his way down the streets of Dragoncrest, scanning the side streets and alleyways for any sign of anyone who might need his, special services, or who might be in extreme need of some weird fruit and meat gathered from the enchanted forest. He was pondering his bad luck when, out of nowhere, a stream of strange colored liquid fell in a large amount and coagulated into a puddle in front of him. He looked up, but the person who had poured it had apparently already left. Caleb Shrugged his shoulders and moved on thinking to himself of how strange coincidences and happenstances could put the spring back into ones step, the strange experience having lifted his spirits, Caleb headed for the local Tavern, maybe he'd have enough to buy himself some company, he for sure had enough for a drink, and sometimes, in this town, that was all someone needed to get by, just enough.
Arriving at the tavern, Finally, Caleb made his way to the bar and ordered a drink for himself, and then turned around to watch the merchandise. Most of which Caleb had found himself. The owner of the bar, Vlad, was a bloodsucker, and as a rule Caleb distrusted bloodsuckers, they lived too long, a man needed the fear of death to make him not only appreciate the finer things of life, but also to keep ones humanity, If one could live forever, as the Immortal races could, than one began to see things differently, there was no need to leave a legacy, no need to really worry about things like money, except that maybe owning things provided some enjoyment, but eventually that would fade as well, or so Caleb Imagined. Despite his inherent distrust of the bloodsucking, pale, other fanged race, Caleb had a grudging respect for several of them, One of them being Roderick, the other being Vlad, he had accomplished so much, and yet he still knew the value of things, even if every time he looked at Caleb he got that glint in his eye that made Caleb's, darker, animal side, almost come to the surface.