'So, it might sound like a bit of a dumb question,' Glacia began to say, as she walked with the other two, 'but... where exactly does one go to buy a pair of wings? Or at least, some sort of device that allows one sustained flight?'
It is innevitable that there's a shop called "Wings R us" or something around here, she thought. This place is just weird enough already for my tastes, I hope I'm proven wrong.
Incendia had disapeared from the streets. He may have not been the sharpest tool in the proverbial toolbox, nor the most sane... but even he had the smarts to stay low after stealing someones... er... pants.
He decided to leave both the wallet and pants behind. To him, the satisfaction had been stealing them in the first place, not spoiling himself with his new found riches. It possibly helped that the wallet only contain about five bucks. Glacia had given him much more than that.
So he did the right (well, someone nice) thing and left the wallet and pants on the sidewalk, with a sign that said "for man who is missing pants, sorry", complete with a little smiley face... and then he wandered into the market district, looking for adventure.