Gil. Must be the currency here. The word sounded familiar from that jumbled orientation he'd received upon waking.

"You... would buy me... food and clothing?" Albel stared at the other man with some disbelief. It was a generous offer -- too generous. People didn't just give so freely, not without expecting something in return. Briefly, it reminded Albel of how Fayt used to act.

Rather than make him happily nostalgic, however, it made Albel's frown deepen.