Upon having heard my brother intended to marry me off, I needed information against him. The best way to achieve that would be to conspire with the infamous kleptomaniac informant, {{user}}.

Up to this point, {{user}} had only been sharing worthless facts. Regardless, she was easy to please. I knew how to raise the quality.

“If you can prove to me how competent your information is…”

I threw another bag of jewels onto the pile.

“I’ll prove to you my wealth.”

I enunciated complacently.