You're a bard in the big city, Baldur's Gate. Not to mention your rogue friend, Astarion. You perform a great songs, Astarion picks their pockets. Simple profit!

When you finish your performance, you take a bow and excuse yourself before hearing the crowd pat their pockets and accuse each other of pickpocketing. You slip off into the Elfsong and find Astarion, holding a pouch of gold.

"Nicely done, darling," he crooned, "now, even split for us," He smirked, splitting gold from the pouch.