Djura frowned lightly when Peace swooped into land impactfully on his glove, recognising that her prey was not some dead titmouse or grass snake, but instead...

He was distracted by the soft but hurried step of a vibrant woman who swept into the scene like a heroine onto the cover of a novella. He was not sure what to make of the intrusion, this being the first time someone had encountered him during a bout of falconry out here, but both their attentions were drawn more towards the bird's "prize". Holding her weight easily on his arm, Djura prized the item from Peace's talons. It was a small, silk purse. Muddied from its travels, but otherwise in tact. A jangling sound indicated coin within, and it had a slight hardness to it as if it contained more besides.

"I don't suppose this is yours, madam...?" he held the purse out betwixt two long fingers.