We could have already had it— you realize— if you’d have let me kill it.
You’re not killing the goose! Just wait— [He sees the goose within distance and begins making his attempt to catch it.]
-He watches and waits; what else can he do?-
[He jumped to grab it — and succeeds. With a sudden bright smile, the mimic held the goose tight as it wiggles, lifting it up for the dragoon’s view.]
You see? I got it!
Hn. Good job. -He snatches a small pouch away from the bird, fixing it with a dirty look as he fishes in the pouch. When his hand emerges, it is enclosed around gil, which he promptly offers to Bartz.-
As I said, the gil was not what I was most concerned about. Therefore, it is yours for the trouble.