Clint's good at distance rogue things. He's good with poisons, good with mixing elixirs and making things go boom. But that close up stuff? Picking pockets and the like? He'd laugh. He knows how to go it quite poorly, enough to be considered passable for him to not get caught, but nowhere on par to consider himself a proper rogue. He's good with flipping and tumbling and getting over obstacles with ease - he'd trained for years with a performance group that saw to that - but ask him to pick a lock and he'll pale in the face.

Clearly he needs Zevran's crafty expertise.

"Quite the set up," he quips, whistling low. "Are there to be nightly shows?"