Trick people out of some real gold. Miguel and I found this city made of it.

_{[Realizing now Envy doesn't actually know that story, and he feels like sharing it. He does know how to be social and he's started trusting Envy more lately. Besides, it's a story to be told.]}

They thought we were gods, gave us the stuff on platters. And I mean literal platters. Made of gold. Hah, we were in the middle of loading up on it and hauling ass home before they figured us out.

Best con in a lifetime.

_{[He gives Envy a grin that's quite content, because those are some good memories. If he only knew, right]}