Judar shrugged, not really feeling guilty about roughing up street punks or not having any interest in spending his money wisely. He actually had a nice little stockpile of gems and jewelry still tucked away, but they were all things he wanted for himself. All that was easily pawned was long gone and the money was already spent on food, some new clothes, more food, and temporary lodging in the city. Operating on the logic that there was no need to pay for your own food if you could con someone else into doing it for you, he hadn't really made an effort to find a more reliable source of income since arriving in Republic City.

"I brought you a souvenir, though. Here."

He pulled a ring off one of his fingers and held it out. For a member of a secret organization, his only nod toward secrecy seemed to be keeping his hair long enough to cover the third eye tattoo on his forehead most of the time.