“Fair’s fair,” replied the young thief as she caught the gil piece. She immediately tucked it into her rations pouch on her right thigh; she didn’t care if the fruit would taste like silver or the coin would smell like dried peaches. Securing the money is far, far more important.
Giving a wry grin, the girl remarked, “You’ll need to find me, ‘course. ‘The dark-haired thief girl’ prob’ly won’t get you very far, seeing as how that type’s a ten-piece a dozen. Name’s Stone.”
A beat went by, and she inquired, “Anything else?”
Normally, of course, she’d want to scamper out as soon as possible, but a bit of cash always put her in a good mood.