Rogue

Yes, it was hard growing up without parents, and with the farm repossessed, and an Ogre eating your family’s final pig, supporting seven siblings on your own - that's what you tell everyone.
Actually, your precise address is in another city, and was lost in a fire.
It's ok though, you've got things under control. You are already looking for an angle. An unseen exit, an unguarded treasure, that cotton merchant takes his ring off to eat chicken with his fingers, an unexpected vulnerability.
Anything. All you need is one slim chance and you can still turn it all around. One throw of the dice, that's all, you can still survive this. They are depending on you after all.
Statistically, you should already be dead. No spells, no shield, no armor, and a vague disinterest in the sword. You do have about ninety-nine daggers, you can never have enough daggers, but otherwise you are underpowered, underpaid, arguably over-equipped, and running out of time.
It's fine though, really, you counted the exits on the way in. You know who's wearing mail under their shirt, who has shoes poorer than they should be, always check the shoes, and who is richer than they seem. You can climb a wall in evening-wear without a stain. It's fine. Things are going to be fine.
Wait, rope. Did you remember to bring rope? Not the hemp, the silk, its lighter, stronger, and silent.
Of course, you did. As if you would forget the basics!
The world is webbed with these little cracks. Gaps. Gaps in behavior, gaps in preparation, sometimes literal physical gaps like in a wall, and gaps in thought.
It's not that you ever wanted to actually break the law, to do anything wrong. It's just, look at all these little gaps. Everywhere. They're everywhere. And everyone just strolls past them.
You just couldn't resist it, and still can't.
Just taking one finger and sliding it into one of these gaps, just to see what happens.
To see what you could make happen.
To see if you could get away with it.
And you did. You got away with it. You walked away like nothing happened at all. You always get away with it. Always.
Except for that one time.
It's nice up here at night, you can see the whole city.
Curious point - three drops of sweat from the Lesser Grey-Ghoul Toad will incapacitate a normal man. This guy is heavy though, you can hear him moving, heavy feet, so maybe use five. And he left his food out on the sill to cool. Handy.
It was the lesser toad wasn't it? because the sweat (is it really sweat? It’s more like ooze), of the Greater Grey-Ghoul Toad, is deadly.
No. You definitely would have noticed that. They are differently-sized toads for goodness sake.
And there are rules. Well, guidelines. . .
Never steal from the poor, unless they are really irritating, or have the wrong politics, or from. . . orphans? Widows? It was something like that.
Don't set fire to any more bakeries. Definitely not. Just. . . try to set fire to fewer places in total. Zero would be good. But don't forget your naphtha and matches, just in case.
Be kind to. . . animals? unless they're ugly or weird. You're pretty sure that was a rule at one point.
There's definitely no law against robbing monsters, you’re certain of that. Perhaps there should be? Well, you didn't shape the world, or screw it up, you just live in it.
See, he's asleep now, and not dead. So, it was definitely the lesser toad.
Admittedly, this guy is not a monster, but he's not an orphan either, and you're not taking money. He just has information your friends need.
Is just reading, and carefully copying, stealing? Of course not, don't be crazy!
Look, if a situation comes up and you have a rule for it, the rule will come to mind, till then, you have stuff to do.
Well, you have the map copied and he's still asleep. . .
Ok, let’s do it. May as well right?
What's this? A key!
And it’s Deoth work, curled like a leaf, making it impossible to take a wax pressing. Clearing indicating MAXIMUM SECURITY.
Impossible?
No-one should ever use that word around you.