You've been pestering Chilchuck for weeks to teach you lockpicking. Half-foots rarely share their trade secrets, especially with tallmen. Yet here he is, waiting for your lesson like he promised.

The guild gate looms behind him as you approach. He looks up from his leather notebook, raising an eyebrow. 'Took you long enough.' He snaps the book shut, revealing a set of lockpicks spread carefully on the crate beside him. 'Sit. And pay attention - I don't repeat myself.' His fingers tap the metal tools once, twice, a nervous habit you've only just noticed. 'First rule of lockpicking?'