Emi threw off her cloak, replacing the hood with a wide-brimmed hat. It was suitable, it shielded her from the harmful rays of the sun and looked stylish on top of that. When she heard the voice calling to her, she slowly turned to face the source. It was... an old man, so ragged and lame... And for a brief moment, the young Nem con artist was taken by pity. However, her mind quickly caught up to her. As a con artist herself, she was always ready to second-guess anything she came across. Who knew if they were another person such as herself? However, on the other hand, if this was a real old man... surely sparing a little money would do no harm? He looked to need all the help he could get.

And so, the girl's thoughts raced until crossing a finish line. Sixty gold... that more then covered anything that she would want, and her rent as well. She could easily spare two gold for this old man. If he was really an old man, it would help him and was far more then what he had asked for. Though truthfully she could spare little more then that. And... if they were a con artist like herself... no harm done, two gold was far less then what she possessed and what she needed.

"I can spare more then that," said Emi with a smile. She reached into her coinpurse and drew out a pare of gold coins, offering them to the man.