Garett Alternate Ending

Garett moved quietly towards the bedside table, careful that his footfall didn’t wake the sleeping figure. When the candle was within his reach, he licked his fingers before pinching around the wick and effectively killing the flame.
Too much light. Let’s make it a little more cozy in here. He thought to himself as he pocketed the gold-plated lighter on the table. He watched the man sleep for a bit, before moving further into the room, looking through drawers and cupboards, pocketing whatever he thought could fetch some coin on the black market as he went.
By the time he reached the window he planned to use to exit the building, he calculated he had about 100 coins worth, if he could find the right merchant.
Placing both hands on the windowsill, he slowly lifted himself up and slid out first one, then the other
Anyone who thought to look up would easily spot his dark figure against the sun so getting quickly across was preferable.
The window across the beam was closed. Garett pulled out his crowbar. It was shorter than the ones the workers used, for easier handling. While this lessened it’s effect, Garret never felt it, as he wasn’t in the business of opening anything that required more power than it could be done quietly.
After slipping the flat end of the short tool under the window, he began prying it open as silently as possible. It was a slow process, that needed finesse. Which is why Garett wriggled it around in search for the closing mechanism until he finally got the window open. Strapping the crowbar to his side so it wouldn’t get in the way, he silently slipped inside the new building, closing the window after him. It wouldn’t do that the owner came to investigate what was causing the draught and finding the window open. Or well, it wouldn’t really matter, as Garett by then would be long gone. Maybe it was a residue of some kind of manners he once