That was it, he was absolutely having the vapors. Liyal's eyes went wide with gil. And he got to keep the best stuff! Surely the river god's blessings had followed him all the way to the city.
He pulled his face back from the mask of gleeful fortune and tried to look serious like he saw people in the bazaar. Pulling the rat pelt towards him, he slightly frowned at it and turned it over to one side and then the other. Nodding his head noncommittally he slipped it back in his bag. Moving his head from side to side he moved his hand in a more or less...okay motion.
Someday, he would figure out he should be imitating the other side of the transaction, but for the moment, it was close as he could approximate. Still with his business like frown, he helped himself to more water. Then managed to slip the fish and fruit in his bag without taking a bit from either first. All bets were off as soon as he got out of the door.
Two hundred gil! He could survive at least 2 weeks on that if he was doing a little trapping and fishing in some of the bigger parks.