Goldrow Bank

Zeal crosses an unseen boundary. An internal monologue begins without a thought. At first, she lived a simple life full of wonder and excitement. A simple life were rules existed, laws kept her in check, and societies expectations weighed her down. Now, she has crossed a line, a start line, of sorts that she could never step back from. She was an outlaw, a cat bugler, stealing worthless paper that people decided had value. What did this paper mean to others, when the paper meant life or death for her? Her heart pounds like a dinner bell.

She crosses the way and closes the gap to the building wall. She snaps her eyes up and locks on the window. The crossbow, the tool of her trade, points up and towards the night. A bolt fires off through the darkness with a knotted rope trailing behind. If she hits her mark, she tries to climb. If she misses, her priority is not getting caught.

Spoiler: Checks
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Perception to scout/search the building from afar (during case?)
Take 20? 36?

Grapple on Building; 30 ft. Range
(1d20+5)[8] vs AC 5?

Accelerated Wall Climb w/ Knotted Rope
(1d20+4)[8] vs DC 5?

Stealth (Needed?)
(1d20+13)[28]

Perception/Search on Window
(1d20+16)[36]