Rosalyn sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "I guess there's nothing we can do it about it right now... Anyone wanna spot me some money? Anyone?" Rosalyn retracted her outstretched hand and placed her hands on her hips with a sigh.
"Ne, you can have some of my money," Caprice offered, holding up a small coinpurse that she had removed from inside of the obi.
"Where'd you get that?" Rosalyn asked as she took the coinpurse and counted out the gil inside. "There easily ten thousand gil or so in here."
"Eleven thousand seven hundred and fifty two, to be exact," Caprice said as she busied herself with something else. "That's what was left after I bought this equipment in Selbina."
"But where did you get it?" Rosalyn asked again. The automaton pointed at Kupachi. The moogle, now flustered, began whistling innocently. "And where did you get this money?"
Kupachi tried to become interested in something else, but wasn't as talented at it as Caprice was. "Secret cache...kupo," he mumbled quickly.
"And what funded this secret cache?" Rosalyn drew closer to the moogle who had now taken up safety behind Urthdigger.
"Some.... some equipment that you weren't using anymore... kupo... now that you're under contract of the MHMU of course."
Rosalyn stood in front of the Galka and looked up at him long enough for him to understand and step aside. She was sure she had heard some protest from the self-proclaimed lover of all moogles to do no harm but it fell on deaf ears. "And why did Caprice have this money?"
"...Lost it in a bet..." the Moogle said quickly and nonchalantly, like it was no big deal.
Rosalyn sighed, pocketed the money and began stalking down the street. She stopped and turned around. "And, how much money did you happen to make off of pawning off my hard earned equipment?"
"Your hard earned equipment that you weren't using anymore," Caprice chimed in with a singsong voice.
"Umm... carry the two.... square root of moogle pie..." Kupachi caught sight of Rosalyn's glare. "Two million eleven thousand seven hundred and fifty two..."
Rosalyn nodded. "Nice. My automaton's obi and bandanna are worth two million gil... If you guys need me, I am going to find a tavern." The mithra walked off and left the group at the dead end they had come to.
Caprice crossed her arms over her frame and pouted. "It wasn't just my clothes. I bought these katana too."
To be forgotten is worse than death.