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.
Walking through the alleys of the docks district of town, you hear an old, mad beggar calling out for alms. He claims to be a god, cast out from heaven and stripped of his powers. The party passes, tossing a few coppers to him. In thanking them, the madman refers to incidents in their childhood or distant past which would have been all but impossible for him to know.