Qal'Deth for all to see

Qal'Deth's Greatsword lay in a brightly colored scabbard.

"Half of the work of being a bodyguard is making sure you're noticed. It won't stop a dedicated assassin, but any opportunists will think twice."

His vest, his jacket, and his cloak hid a hundred pockets.

"The other half of the work is a surprise."

In each pocket was a pinch of this and that. Some twine, some cold iron, an eggshell, and a potion to darken the doorstep if an unwelcome Drow had crossed it. A book of verses describing the smells of various fungi. An empty silver stoppered flask. A dram of ale. A piece of dried meat. A ring of wood from the root of an old, old tree.

Most of them would never be useful. But one of them might, and so he carried them all.