Not everyone in the Thieves Guilds were thieves. 

Enforcers, Conmen, Camels, Sailors, Bookkeepers, Tax Collectors, Assassins... even some Wizards called a Thieves Guild their home. Each played their part, keeping the cogs turning discreetly and on time to keep the law from overlooking their bribes, or the civilians to overlook their fear, so that the guild could continue to remain profitable and safe. To the city, even one such as Nox-Khalas, all criminals were thieves. It was complete horseshit, of course. 

A thief was a criminal or rogue who stole what was not theirs, not through coercion or force, but right out from under someone's nose. It took skill to be a thief. It took wits to remain a thief. It took unquestioned loyalty to rise the ranks. And it took unquestioned results to be valued. Low grade thieves volunteered by the dozens, thinking because they nabbed a few lemons from the market or could sneak through their childhood home without creaking the floorboards, they were ready to be a thief. Most didn't make the cut, and more thieves were caught in their first month than every other job in the guild combined. The guilds were thieves guilds, because nearly everyone who was hung from such organizations were petty thieves, and there were always more upstart recruits. 

Galt wasn't one to boast, unless he was joking. And he did joke a lot, so perhaps he was one to boast. But he knew he had been one of the lucky ones. Lucky not only in surviving the trials, but in being able to keep his life after he had turned his back on the guild once before. Something he didn't really talk about unless he was forced to, or someone had some [i]very good[/i] leverage on him. Luckily for him, the person he now spoke to was already privvy to most of his life story, at least the bits that were possible to learn.    

Sorlaka Vespers sat in her plush chair, amber eyes weighing the coin Galt had just produced for her from a profitable jaunt around town. Some cobbler with a bottle in his hand had sang danced all night long at Oakhollow. making fast friends with the singer of the evening, a young one named Blackrunner. He had introduced Galt to all of his friends, their fat purses bulging and their mouths expunging fumes of alcohol that nearly got him drunk as well. He truly didn't know if they would wake up tomorrow and blame him for their stolen gold. Those lads had been fun, and a few of them had some very good looking daughters and wives. 

Sorlaka's daughter was good looking too, though Sorlaka was not so easily manipulated or drunk to let him get near her. She hadn't risen to the rank of Lieutenant in the Guild for being gullible, and he truly wished she stopped riding him so hard on every little bit of gold he brought. It was the woman's mission in life was to tease him until he screwed up again. Her thin lips curled in a smile as she nodded slowly, as if pained to accept such money. 

"Excellent Galt, and this time I will not penalize you for taking from one of our own." 

"I don't do that, and you know that. I always check for the Raven Sigil if I'm not sure." 

"Like last time?" 

He tried not to sigh. "Yes, like last time. Now might I go? The night still has some life in it." 

"You may, but not where you want to go. Because I have another job for you, boy. Oh, stop that look. I'm helping you, believe it or not. Do this and you're in good with the Old Crow." She said, dropping the sack of coins in her left drawer. He would have bet all of the money he hadn't given her that those drawers subtly switched from within when pushed closed. "Do you know one called Kashvi? Likely not well, but you both seem to be some of our most trusted courtiers. There are some papers that need to be displaced from a certain office, and I would like them to get lost all the way to my desk." 

Galt raised an eyebrow, half intrigued and half worried. He knew 'trusted' meant 'expendable.' "Where do I go and meet her?" 

"You both have the planning room. Get there as quickly as possible. Dawdling might serve you ill, and you can use all of the luck you have."