Rocked it. Short sample:

Picking the lock in seconds, he entered with a little leap—for he was a little person, not to be confused with a dwarf. Dwarfs were even smaller people, whereas he was just very short. Indeed, he tried his best not to enact vengeance upon those who confused him with a dwarf. Dwarfs were very very short. He was a burglar—just naturally very short. His parents were short and he was even shorter. Sure, his parents weren't incredibly short like he was, but he liked to think he was naturally unlucky—or lucky if you thought about all the places he could get into that normal people would never manage to fit in. The doctors had been understanding and said that he was not a dwarf, rather a very short person. And he believed them. He enjoyed thinking of himself as somewhat special. Very few people were as short as he was. Many proper dwarfs were unable to run properly or even work. Yet as a very short person but not a dwarf, he was able to do everything, just on a smaller scale.

The cool night air fanned and cooled her even before she'd gotten properly free of the dining room.

She rushed to the railing. Here, the night air whipped past. The balcony was not a proper deck as the guests would use on the main levels, wide and sheltered. The wrought steel bars were thin. It was just a gangway for the staff. The clouds below were visible between the gaps in the planking. The fire on her tongue and heat in her gorge were immediately forgotten.

She gasped in huge gulps of the cold night and all but threw herself back against the wall. Something brushed her dinner cap as she came to rest.

Urcea looked up sharply to see a white hot arc of light within a lantern, too bright to actually look at. It struck her that it was nothing like the romantic and subdued light of the gas-lamps she was used to.

The door opened behind her.