Appearing out of nowhere, the figure presented a bag. "Here is your 400 for the day, as agreed upon."
Not expecting the stranger’s sudden appearance, Moneybags jumped with a small shout, nearly dropping his bag of gems on the ground. Thankfully, he managed to catch it at the last minute before anything could spill out.
“You really should give some kind of warning before popping up like that,” he said as he straightened his coat. But with the crisis averted, the next payment easily claimed his attention, and he accepted it with obvious eagerness.
“Well, I’m happy to see you’re a man of your word. As am I -- the key is right here, safe and sound like I promised.” He patted the coat pocket he had stuffed it into reassuringly. “You picked the right bear for the job! ...Which, err, come to think of it... I don’t recall you mentioning how long you need me to guard the key for. Quite a while, I imagine?”
Or, Moneybags certainly hoped so. He was making a ton of money already thanks to this arrangement.