The boss gestured for them to leave, and Marek showed Teclos to another room filled with weapons.
He handed him a belt.
It was plain leather, worn from use, with several small loops and pouches stitched along its length. The sort of thing a laborer might wear, if one ignored the faint smell of oil, metal, and old blood still clinging to it.
"Here," Marek said.
Teclos looked at it.
Then at the table.
Several items had been laid out before him.
A small gray vial filled with a thick, metallic liquid. Beside it was a folded cloak made of dull black fabric, a set of thin lockpicks wrapped in the same cloth, and a plain knife with a simple wooden handle.
Nothing ornate or impressive.
Marek pointed at the vial first. "This stuff is the most useful tool for breaking into an enchanted door or room. It's a rune-dissolver. Works on weak to moderate wards and enchanted metals. Pour it, wait for a few seconds, and don't touch the liquid if you value your fingers."
