Stroud examines the render of the female Miqo'te at length before reading over the fine print regarding the reason and reward for her capture. He tilts his head quizzically at the scarce details such as the issuing authority, where she was last seen and vague location of delivery. As he turns his head upright to question the robed Elezen - to his chagrin - she had already long gone. "...Ten million gil, huh?" He adjusted his mask just-so before folding the paper a few times and placing it inside of his waist pouch.
