Adventurer's School

Rogues, pickpockets, thieves. His kind had many nicknames. The short version was that those nimble and dextrous enough for the work had a place to be educated, despite whatever damning reputation that might entail.

The skills taught him were many, and none of them had the slightest to do with pickpocketing. But students often teach each other, and plenty of his fellow students had shady enough backgrounds to be well versed in that skill.

However, one of the skills taught were lockpicking, and he definately knew how to do that. He knelt and deftly retrieved his toolset from one of many hidden pockets. The lock sprung open without a hitch. He smiled as he stepped inside, pocketing the tools at once.