Lockpick

	Kylar selected the proper pick and anchor from the kit on the inside of his belt, and he knelt in front of the door and started working. He sighed. It was a new lock, and from Master Procl's, the best locksmith in the city. New locks, even if they weren't high quality, always tended to be tighter, and if losing an anchor wasn't the end of the world, it was still irritating to break one.
	Kylar raked the pick over the pins. Four pins, two of them a little loose. That meant it was the work of Procl's journeymen and not the master himself. In ten seconds, he turned the anchor, bending it, and the door opened. Kylar cursed silently-he'd have to get another new anchor-and tucked his tools away.

The Way of Shadows, Chapter 33, pg. 285