Kizzy
Kizzy just kinda stood there, rapier drawn, so the man would know better than to make a quick movement or be run through. He sheathes his rapier and examines the office as the others grab treasure and discuss things.
When he hears the calls for a lockpick, Kizzy perks up, and smiles. "There in a minute, boss-man, let me get me picks out." Kizzy goes to the chest and starts to work.
Spoiler
Thievery to pick the lock - (1d20+15)[20] (+12 natural, +3 from my fancy new picks, not bad at all for level 1 :P)