He hated kidnappings. People were so hard to carry. He should have declined when he had the chance, but his client was very persuasive. It didn't help that his client had also shoved him a large bag filled to the brim with coin, more than Tace had ever seen in his lifetime. Well, he couldn't pass that up. And that was what led him here to the castle. He perched on the spiraling tower containing his target, feet balanced precariously on the flat top. Satisfied that no one was taking any looks at him, the thief climbed down the roof and gripped a hole in the stone. He dug his feet into the grout, alternating his upper and lower body until he was next to the stained glass window near the Princess' room. The metal hinged squeaked as he pushed it open, and he winced with the sound. When no guard showed up to try and arrest him, the thief slunk into the window and melded with the shadows. He made sure it stayed propped open, since it was his way out. He took the stairs by two as he climbed the tower, all the way to the top. He figured she was up there to dissuade normal thieves from attempting a theft of her jewelry. Well, he wasn't any normal thief. He was Tace Alveron, a master at the art of theft and staying invisible. A thin wire was produced from his belt and he popped the lock open to the door, sliding inside and finding the Princess right where his client said she would be: in her bed, asleep. In fairness, it was rather late at night. Tace pulled out the short length of rope he had, moving her hands so he could tie them up with his deft fingers. Once she was secured, he pulled back, unsure if she would wake up. When she didn't, he slid his arms under her body and lifted her up. He had to be careful now. One wrong step and she would wake up.