“There was this book… a book I used to read every night to all the younger kids. The Tales of Flynnigan Rider. Swashbuckling rogue, richest man alive, not bad with the ladies either. Not that he’d ever brag about it, of course.”
“Was he a thief, too?”
“Uh… well, no. Actually, he had enough money to do anything that he wanted to do. He could go anywhere that he wanted to go. And for a kid with nothing, I don’t know, I… Just seemed like the better option.
“You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? It could ruin my whole reputation.”
“Ah. We wouldn’t want that.”
“Well, a fake reputation is all a man has.”