With Pahetz's command, the sailors behind her brought out their shovels, clearly intending to claim a share of the treasures on the beach alongside Philis.
Philis gritted her teeth, her golden locks visibly bristling with irritation.
She normally didn't care, but the very thought of someone vying with her for money was intolerable, certainly more agonizing than murder.
Pahetz's plump cheeks quivered as she watched Philis's hair stand on end and she hastily raised her hands in pacification, retreating a step while softening her tone as if intimidated by Philis's fury,
"Hey, hey, no need to be hasty, you lions are always so impatient, let's not rush this... How about this, since you discovered the beach finds, you should have a larger share. Let's dig for treasures together, and we'll split the finds sixty-forty, with you taking the sixty, how does that sound?"