Danni grabbed the tightly-bundled package out of the air with ease, nodding in a silent thanks at the man, who announced himself as Crow. He turned his attention to the package, nimble nymph fingers working quickly to free the layers of cloth from its cord prison. The material seemed familiar. Too familiar. The colour, which was a dull slate gray, the scratchy feel, even the pocket on the left breast, he noted as he unravelled the shirt, grabbing the shoulders and flicking it in the wind, causing it to billow outwards. He kept his face calm, but inside he was churning with multiple emotions. He ran his hands over the places where patches used to be. They were very skilfully sewn off, but his memory was no slouch. Only four years ago.... This was the cleanest he had seen any one of these uniforms. The ones he had seen were often covered in the dust that permeated the mines, along with dried blood from torturing prisoners into submission. He couldn't put this abomination on. He would rather die, be shot by these Red Leopards, whoever they were. He stuffed the shirt roughly back into the package, rolling it into a grotesque mass of fabric. Turning towards the side of the boat, he threw it with surprising force, directly into the ocean. It gave him immense satisfaction, imagining one of the soldiers in that uniform, suffering for a change, flailing his body and gasping in misery at the unrelenting waves, slowly sinking to the sandy floor.<br/>He spun slowly on his heel, a bright smile on his face, "I'm sorry," he said, knocking his head in an amusing gesture, "I seem to have dropped it. I can repay you full in gold, the price of the.... garment. Incredibly rude of me, to have lost it right off the bat." While he was being perfectly polite, his voice held a slight tremoring finality. No questions asked, none returned. He didn't care if this man became furious at him. A small bit of revenge, that sated Danni's rage ever so slightly. How had this 'Crow' come upon such a garment, anyway? Danni inspected him. He didn't recognize the face, but if he had worked at another mine, it would still be the same. He would find the truth.<br/>He looked down at the woman who had just been healed. Her eyes seemed to bore into Danni's in shock. Perhaps because of what he had just done? At any rate, she still hadn't stated her name, and he quite wanted to know.<br/>"Ah!" He had gold on him right now, from his most recent pay check. Withdrawing the money pouch, Danni extended his arm, not bothering to count the contents. It was more than enough, if he were simply paying for the material, but no, he was paying for the satisfaction. And, just a little bit, for the memories that had returned. Not that he wanted them, but it was a small reminder of those he had seen die in the mines, and the friends he had left behind. He honestly had no use for currency, finding it an abstract concept that didn't bother him in the least. He had always seemed to make do without it.