Assuming they were being given them and not borrowing, Amal decided to peruse the tools at their disposal. He gave a small smile as he gazed on the strange items, many of them familiar to him, and some vaguely different to the Arabyan styles. He had never been a team player and eschewed thieves guilds back in his home country, but he had made some exceptions once or twice and it paid to be informed.  

Draping a strange fabric filled with hundreds of tiny barbs along his hand, Emmaline poked her head past it, marveling at it. "It looks like a snakeskin." 

"Jalad Alqarsh." He told her. "Sharkskin. Helps you climb for those unused to it." 

There were far more items than they needed, but some they simply couldn't use. Glass cutters would leave behind a sign they had been there, as well as caltrops and the like. Blinding powder would do no good and more concealed weapons wouldn't help them, no matter how cleverly they could be hidden.

Emmaline grabbed a crossbow, holding it up with surprising familiarity. Amal knew she had pulled some jobs in the past, but most were confidence ones to his knowledge. She held up a bolthead, running her finger over it softly. The bolt was expensive, made of a type of Gromril that could pierce all but the hardest stone surfaces. The head was oddly crafted, with small ridges along its frame rather than barbs. Of course, the edge was razor sharp. 

"Stonebiters." She explained. 

"I've seen a few like it before. I'm surprised they have it." 

"Only take three of those. They're expensive, as you well know." Lucky Jack said, drawing their gazes. In the end, they grabbed some rope, dark cloaks, the piercing crossbow with the stonebiter bolts, grappling hooks, and two strips of sharkskin.