The customers nearby didn't know much about the old man's identity, they only knew about the fact that he was the sole owner of that old store. Despite being a weak looking old man, they didn't dare to disdain him since the one he was speaking with was none other than the man who slew an elder.
*throw
Lyon threw the bag behind him in a casual manner yet managed to catch every pair of eyes nearby. The old man instinctively caught the bag with his right hand albeit he didn't know what's the point of giving him one.
"Take it, as a gift, for letting me play that zither of yours. I will come by some other time when fate permits," said Lyon still with his back facing him. His voice was not by any means weak but not strong either, however, people can't help but follow along with his lines without any question pops inside their head.
