Still, with this kind of materials cost she's going to have to have a collaborator or some interim sort of work. She goes out of the shop and wanders a bit more.
There are tool shops, and clothes shops, and bakeries, and herbalists, and a lot of recycling workshops that will buy various used-up materials (like paper, wood shavings, or food waste) and sell other things at a slightly higher price.
She takes note of how the recyclers like things categorized so that when she has anything to throw out she can do it in an orderly manner, and looks at what tools they have in the shops.
The best tools are made of bone, the rest are wooden. Metal is too valuable to be used for tools, generally. (Nick's tools were all bone) One can find most purely mechanical tools one wants, from axes to hammers to pliers to shovels to wrenches - though one might have to visit a specialist shop to find, for example, a particular kind of scissors.
She gets hungry. What's for eating around here?
Fruit and vegetables and bread things are cheap, meat is sharply expensive. If she wants alcohol, that's cheap enough. She can't afford meat.
That'll be a change. She doesn't want alcohol. She'll take a veggie pie and a fruit tart. Maybe she should hunt things. If she flew more or less straight up over an island, killed something in midair...? She'd still need a way to transport it from wherever she caught it to a buyer, which means a ship, which is probably out of her reach for now.
Someone tries to steal the rest of her money by casually picking her pocket when they think Loki's not looking.
She grabs his wrist. She will not be letting go of his wrist.
"Really," she says. "My first day in town. Really."
"Fuck. Look, I need to eat. My daughter needs to eat. Our farm burned down to bare rock, I don't have anywhere to go."
He does seem to be pretty underfed, and his clothes are scruffy. But he's shaking too much for that to seem like the whole and unaltered truth.
"Ma'am, sir, please explain this unpleasant situation."
"This gentleman is telling me his life story," says Loki, smiling. "Excuse me, I'm new in town, I assume you're some kind of official because you match the currency but perhaps you could clarify?"
The security councilman recognizes the pickpocket. His hand goes to a wooden stick on his belt, but he doesn't draw it. "Ma'am, that man has a record of violent and impulsive actions. I suggest you cease to associate with him immediately."
"What the fuck am I supposed to do?!" The pickpocket yells, "You want me to just shut up, keep my head down, and let my little girl starve?"
The officer's tone is stonelike. "My role is to keep the peace. Your daughter is not my problem unless she plans to incite violence. You could always sign up for a month in the pipes, or the farms, use your pay to feed her."
"I thought the lack of a farm was the problem in the first place," remarks Loki. "If there are farms to sign up with...?"
The security man has no comment. He'll just continue staring threateningly at the pickpocket.
The security guard grabs the man by his other wrist. "Steven Ortega, you are under arrest for theft and making a public disturbance. Do not resist." He starts to lead the thief away.
Loki lets him go and collects the coins he grabbed from the floor.
It's not quite sunset yet, but it's starting to get close.
He notices Loki after he finishes with the wing.
"Hello. It's a nice enough town, save the pickpocket," she remarks. "Did you sell the tentacles?"
"We agreed on the price of one silgram per ten kilograms of tentacle, which works out to 49.3 grams of silver. The local currency is Liams, about 500 liams to a gram of silver, so you get 24 grams of silver and 325 Liams, or 12325 Liams."
The veggie pie and fruit tart cost her two Liams total. Paper was advertised in a shop at 9 Liams per sheet.
"Yes, I caught him and then someone showed up to arrest him. That sounds like a good deal on the meat. Your half will cover your damages, I hope?"