If one were to ask the wandering jackal how he aquired such currency, he honestly wouldn't be able to explain. As far as he knew, he had always had it. It wasn't stolen, it wasn;t inherited, it wasn;t earned.
It seems as though the ancient ones had it right; burying their kings and noble with their riches, so they could have it in the after life.
Though, he would admit, for an afterlife, this was no heaven.

"We'll find a place to stay at Tel-el-kabir, I suppose? A place to eat also?"
His feet were aching from the long walk, and of course from the running.
The sooner they got some place to stay, the better.

"There is a small Inn that serves a decent meal and the beds aren't bad just on the other side of the city wall." It was the one she had stayed in before. It was nice enough that you didn't have to worry about waking with your throat slit. It was all she could afford. She walked into the city and walked toward the inn. She turned to Sibuna. "Look pay with the smaller coins. Using the gold will get us killed. I know this place. Don't do anything to give the air you have money. They will leave you alone."

"Sounds alright.." he said, glancing up at the stone wall.
He too, was familiar with this place, as he was with most of Kahun. A small smirk crossed his lips, but he said nothing in reply to the sphynx.
"We could stay at a nicer one, if you would like to. But, if this is your preference, that is more than okay too."
There was another inn with a purple door that he had stayed in now and again. His old home used to be several miles from here. Now and then he would wander down to find things to eat. He didn't live here any longer though. As a matter of fact, he didn't live much of anywhere.

"...icantaffordanythingbetter..." She spoke through gritted teeth. "why not you got to your hotel I'll stay here...." Bast hated being poor. She worked all she could and saved. But in a desert landscape where each day might be your last if you are not well stocked on food and water you're done for.

One eyebrow went down, the other up.
"Thats....fine? I'll pay. Nothing to worry about. It is the least I could do, since you did offer me your food and water."
This was no big deal to him, he didnt know what else to do with his money.
"I shall buy us dinner and rooms."
At this he shrugged. Nothing to worry about.

"I can pay for my own...." Her voice lost some fight due to the fact she was embarrassed. No one had offered to pay for her. She was a freak and an outcast all for being born a sphinx. She put on her tough bravado and followed Sibuna. She made one look around with her icy glare and all who had looked up went quickly back to their meal and drinks.

"Cats..." he muttered quietly under his breath.
Or was it women? EIther way. Cats and women. Both of which were too prideful to allow someone to treat them to nice things.
He would have chuckled or smiled at this thought, as it wasn't meant offensively.
After a few paces, he slowed, allowing Bast to take the lead and choose where they were to eat.

Bast found a small little hole-in-the-wall restaurant where she knew the food was cheap but good. She walked in with her hand on the dagger she had at her waist. A young crow came out of the back room rolling her eyes. She caught sight of Bast and Sibuna.

"Hello. Welcome to the Hovel. Table for two?" Bast nodded and followed the crow to a table sat down and began scanning the menu.

Sibuna followed soundlessly, his eyes flicking to the dagger, then back to the room.
The attitude of the crow immediatly irked him, but he said nothing and simply followed her over to the table and sat.
He too, read over the menu, looking for something appealing. Finally, he made his choice and set the menu down, looking to Bast.

"There is a Gazelle in my bag I would like the chef to prepare it as he see's fit." Gives the crow the bag which makes her almost topple over with the weight of the messanger bag. She places it on a near by table.

"And you sir?" By this time the crow was ready to scream.

There was a suprised look on the Jackal's face; he has never been to a restaurant where you could bring your own food. This thought was brushed aside as the frazzled crow turned to him.
Certainly, he wasn;t impressed by her manners and would be sure not to tip.
WIth a sigh, he explained that he would like to start out with the soup of the day, followed by braised lamb and a squab, hold the greens.
He folded up his menu and passed it back to the waitress.

The crow wrote down the order and rolled her eyes. She grabbed the bag and as she left, Bast shook her head. "She maybe unmannerly but she has excuse. She is married to the cook and they haven't been able to conceive. I found that out my last trip here with the cook." She took a sip of the water.

He drummed his fingers on the table, his tail swishing once.
SUddenly, the flame on the candle that lit their dining area seemed oddly interesting. He wove his finger back and forth through it, very childishly. Until, that is, it singed his fur.
As if that weren't the expected result of putting your hand over a flame, he jerked it back and growled at the candle, clearly reverting back to puppyhood.

The sphynx spoke and Sibuna glanced up at her.

"What, is her husband a girraffe or something? Or is he just dried up because of his miserable profession and even more miserable wife?"

A harsh statement, yes, but that is something the desert heat will do.

"Let me see your paw." She reached out for his paw with one paw while her other reached into her bag to produce a small green leaf. "He is a Vulture and he is more miserable than she. Now be nice." She kept her paw out for his. "I can soothe the pain."

He reached he paw out so she could take it. The pain wasn't horrid, but it wasn't comfortable.
"Huh..." he said, thinking for a moment. Take the two biggest scavengers on the planet and try to breed them together. He though it was probably best they could concieve! But then again, Sibuna was a sadistic creature, now and then.