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.
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.
Opening the door revealed a ladder that descended into darkness. Apparently the room below had some very thick curtains or blinds because the only light entering the room came from behind Dan.
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.
It was hard going but he managed to pull himself up high enough to transfer his hand over to the ledge. All he would need now was to fling his leg up and he would be on the balcony.
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.
The alley by the side of the building was quite thin, the window ledges set into either building might be enough to allow him to scale between the buildings.
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.