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.
Imagine a tribe of nomads where all the males have the blessing of being were-stallions. The tribe would not need to have ordinary horses to move around, all mounted warriors would be female and a curious custom could be that when a couple gets married, the girl rides her chosen to the altar.