They had agreed to meet on the adjoining building away from the guildhouse twenty minutes later to discuss their plans for the job. Galt had chosen that time to gather every item and tool he would need to bring with him. They might have the time to pull the job off tonight, but likely not. Surveillance was imperative, so they could at least scope the place out; checking patrol movements, side doors, the manner of brick or stone the manor consisted of. 

He got to the roof early, his lower face swathed in dark cloth to match the rest of him. He set his pack down, taking out the parts to his collapseable crossbow, along with twenty bolts. Six normal broadheads for lethal use, and fourteen 'Stone Biter' bolts, specifically designed to peirce soft stone like brick or sandstone. Next to it was three climbing daggers, a length of sharkskin, some civilian clothes along with a false sling for disguise and weapon concealment, something he would likely use tonight, a housebreaker's harness, catstink, a glass cutter, limewood strips, and two ordinary daggers. 

There was more, of course, but he wasn't going to insult her by providing lockpicks, oil, or acid to her. She would have all of that, and if she didn't, she was the type not to need it. Either way it was redundant. 

He decided to wait for her, overlooking the city and taking out a pipe to light. Galt lowered his mask, his face the purest representation of cunning wiles. The knave lit his pipe, expelling the flame instantly and inhaling the tobacco. He manuevered his throat subtly, exhaling a smoke ring into the moonlit night air just before he began to softly sing. 

[i]A Caelman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair,
And one could tell by the way he walked that he'd drunk more than his share,
He fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet,
Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street,

Ring-ding diddle-diddle-addie-oh ring die-diddly I oh-ho!
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

Around that time two young and lovely girls just happened by
And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
See yon sleeping Caelman both strong and handsome built
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt

Ring-ding diddle-diddle-addie-oh ring die-diddly I oh-ho!
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt[/i]- 

It was a bawdy, suggestive song. The rest told the tale of the women tying a bow around the man's cock to show they had seen it, and he wakes up and asks his 'lad' what he won first prize for. Truth be told, Galt had a lovely singing voice. The song almost lost its raunchiness the way he softly performed into the darkness.