Dan's thief contacts had led him to a small wooden building that had a very small second story, due in part to the fact that it was split into a balcony area on which sat a couple of rickety chairs and what appeared to be a still. As he approached along the street he could see no obvious signs of movement within the house but the usual hustle and bustle on the streets below. The building was built very close to its larger neighbour and had a small, dirt trodden alley on its other side.
Dan stuck both hands as close as possible to one end of his dual bladed weapon. The man backed up as far as he could and made a running jump for the balcony, extending his naginta for the base of the structure. He tensed his grip up on the back end of the weapon, hoping his weapon would plant itself into the structure.
It was all but impossible to get a running start from a window sill, but Dan was somehow able to sling his weapon over the edge of the balcony. His weight immediately caused the whole affair to slip back, the blade of his weapon catching the edge and stopping him from falling back to the ground.
Dan panted loudly as he lied on the floor. The man rose to his feet and sat the straw chair upright, trying to position it in the exact spot it was prior. The man yanked his weapon out of the ground. He proceeded to sit on the straw chair and smoke a cigarette. As he relaxed he looked around the balcony, looking for a possible entrance into the second story of the building.
The door was unlocked, opening into a rotten looking bedroom complete with wash basin and straw bedding. There was a trapdoor in the far corner of the room that presumably led down to the ground floor.
Figuring this was as good a hiding space as any, Dan descended the ladder and closed the hinge above him, making sure not to lock himself in. The man then tried to stay calm in the dark and listened for the sound of another.
There were no other sounds within the room, save those the permeated in from the street outside. His eyes slowly began to adapt to the lack of light, revealing what looked like a large stained workbench and what appeared to be a squat and wide safe.
One had to assume any valuable were contained within the safe, which upon further examination could have been a footlocker with reinforcements and locks built around it. There were a few iron implements on the workbench, a hammer, a very thing knives.
[Elexia] Golt Vurmben, The Second Story