"Finders, keepers, sis. I did my share this time, so once you sell it, we split it thirty-seventy. Sound good? Thirty for me, seventy for you."
While Yelina stood nearby, head lowered as she diligently took notes, Greg quickly leaned toward Victoria and spoke softly enough that only the two of them could hear.
Victoria shot him a glance.
"Hmph, spare me. Even if you hadn't meddled, I could've made her swallow that bitter pill without a word of complaint. This would've ended up mine anyway. At most, you were... icing on the cake."
Despite her words, she remembered the several favors she still owed Greg, so she did not refuse.
Picking up on what she meant, Greg immediately continued, "I knew it. You always look out for your friends! In return, I'll throw in a free tip-where to sell this thing for the highest price."
"Hmm?"
Victoria immediately perked up. When gold was involved, she always paid attention.
Greg said, "Outside the Academy, in the shopping district, on Third Street, near the corner by the old clock tower, there's a shop with a sign that says Faded Iris. Sell it there and give them the name of these gloves' original owner. I guarantee you'll get far more gold than you would at any other pawnshop."
Victoria frowned suspiciously, confusion filling her gray eyes. "Why? Does that shop specialize in stolen goods? Or does it have a grudge against that girl's family?"
Greg shook his head.
"Neither. As for the actual reason... you don't need to dig into it. Just remember one thing."
He paused, his tone turning slightly more serious.
"If there's a mature woman in that shop who looks... well, rather artistic, and she strikes up a conversation with you, or even asks you personal questions, like whether