You're new to the shadows, aren't you? You have that look about you. Heh… plus, I could see you from across the room. Nothing is quite so conspicuous as someone trying desperately to be inconspicuous. And you've got it all wrong. Drop that shoulder a little, flatten against the wall more, pull in your leg… that's it. If I didn't know where to look, I'd run into you before I noticed you. And that's exactly where you want to stay, if you want to make a good rogue.

That's right, a rogue. Learn to like it. You'll be called worse: footpad, cutpurse, sneakthief. And it's all true, of course, or you wouldn't be here. I've been in this business more years than I like to count, and let me tell you, there's no greater thrill than the moment you first feel the solid weight of an overfull purse of coins, just before you liberate them from their previous owner. Unless, of course, it's watching the giant that's been troubling your warrior friends topple over with your dagger neatly inserted in its back.

Glory? Bristlebane's boots! Did you think you'd signed on for warrior training? Glory is your enemy! Find your friends in the stealth and the shadows, and leave the glory to the large blokes with the big swords. Glory is noisy. They'll hear you coming, and then how will you get your hands in their purses and your blades in their backs? That's not to say you can't spin a good yarn at the tavern afterward, of course, when you're busily spending someone else's gold.

Here, take these lockpicks. I have a feeling you'll need them. And I think this was your coin purse. Don't worry, it's no lighter than I found it. Tonight my advice is free. Just remember: keep your eyes open, your fingers nimble, and your back to the wall.