" All right, see,” Wayne said, “I’ve got it figured out. I’m gonna be a rich fellow. Made loads off of the sweat and blood o’ lesser men. Only I won’t say it like that, ’cuz I’ll be in character, you see.”
“Is that so?” Marasi said, starting up the steps.
“Yup,” Wayne said, joining her. “Even brought me fancy hat.” He held up a top hat and spun it on his finger.
“That hat belongs to Waxillium.”
“No it don’t,” Wayne said, putting it on. “I gave ’im a rat for it.”
“A … rat?”
“Minus the tail,” Wayne said. “On account of this hat bein’ kinda dusty when I took it. Anyway, I’ll be the rich fellow. You be my younger brother’s daughter. "

― Brandon Sanderson , The Bands of Mourning (Mistborn, #6)