"Alright, fine," the ferret grunted, "I do indeed possess a very specific set of skills, some of which you may find useful in whatever the hell you need a thief for. But I don't work for free."
Aaron revealed himself from behind the tree, opening up his cloak to reveal his set of five throwing knives and, nearby, a lock pick. In his right pocket, the vague impression of a book could be made out, and in his left, a small lump announced the presence of the warden's money pouch.
"I can pick locks and pockets with the greatest of ease," the ferret continued, "I can eavesdrop and keep myself hidden- when I actually try to- with the best of them. All I ask for is a bit of coin in my pocket at the end of each day, and maybe a meal or two every so often. Whadya say?"
He paused from a moment, giving off a sly grin. No way they'd actually agree to pay him, especially if they actually had someone with similar talents already.
"Oh, and I don't kill people!" He added.