A brightly colored ink that hardens the skin.
A small, ordinary looking red pouch that deters all but the most skilled thieves.
This thick sauce, usually a condiment on the platters of the rich, has found a niche in the equipment of thieves.
The party comes across a nice hermit in the woods. He gives them food and lodging for the night. They awaken to his terrified screams. "East! It's east! Stop it! It'll kill us all!" The poor horror-stricken hermit dies thrashing in agony, one boney arm outstretched, his finger pointing to the east.