Near the bone gate
Mario shakes his head sharply, blinks a couple more times, then reaches into his pouch and pulls out his tools. A couple small bent bronze prybars of different sizes, a pair of probes that resemble thin chopsticks, and a very thin, almost blade-like piece with a leather wrapped handle.
"These," wiggling the chopsticks, "are for feeling the wards and bar. These," pointing at the prybars, "are for slipping past the wards, lifting the tumbler, and pushing the bar. This," laying the jimmy over his arm to show the cutout that lets a forearm act as a fulcrum, "is for pushing up a simple bar on the wrong side of the door.
"Given a little time to work, I can open -- or close -- any basic lock in town. Like I said, I'm not the best there is; a locksmith apprentice would carry three times this many tools and be expected to be able to open any lock short of masterwork before he's a journeyman."