Young Miss Problem Again?

Michael and Gaya exchanged a knowing glance. The vendor's words were helpful, but they both knew they wouldn't get more without loosening his tongue with some gold.

"How much for that one?" Gaya asked, pointing towards the multicolored bird, its feathers a vibrant mix of reds, blues, and greens.

The vendor's eyes lit up, a predatory gleam in them. 

"Ah, the Rainbow Finch," he announced, his voice taking on a reverential tone. "A rare beauty. For you, my lady… two thousand gold coins."

In the realm of the Gods, each deity's domain often had its own currency. Gold coins, while accepted in some places, weren't as universal as they were in the mortal realm. But Luxor was different. They accepted gold, no matter its origin, no matter which god's face was stamped on it. They'd just melt it down and repurpose it. Still, two thousand gold coins for a bird, no matter how exotic, was steep. But Michael had mountains of gold, thanks to his raid on Skyhall.