My poor magecraft always sucked at dismantling bounded fields. But for Rin it was barely an inconvenience.
-"... and then you use the Stabilized Energical Feedback overflow over the field base...and done."

I stood in awe at her mastery of bounded fields. I would have taken a low-tech approach and used a fishing rod to take the stuff from range without stepping into the tent proper.

-"You dolt, are you going to wait outside until someone sees you?"

My mouth clicked shut and I joined her inside the tent. The luxurious accommodation had many of the necessities, even a cabin bath.
Before Rin could touch anything, I instructed her to be mindful of handprints. Using a discarded shirt, I showed her how to fashion a glove.

Because you cannot take water for granted in this environment, I took a bottle of clear liquid from the fridge.

Rin's voice was concerned.
-"I think those hyenas are looking for this."
She showed me a parchment with inscriptions in some weird language. I shrugged and she huffed.
"This right here, it mentions the lifeforce of rulers."

That I could understand.
-"Blood of kings?"

She looked surprised.
-"You aren't a total moron."

I scratched the back of my head.
-"I never had a gift for languages. They don't click the same way as practical stuff does."

She harrumphed and continued checking the notes over the elaborate wooden desk.

My search for a hidden stash bore fruits, lifting one carpet, there was a collection of weapons. Useless for me, but they could be added to my Armory. I extended my senses over them and ... oh la la. My hand started to shake as I caressed the Italian piece. .44 magnum, an exquisite pattern engraved on the grip.
Mateba, you are too beautiful to leave behind. The rational Shririou, the professional one, was shouting that it would be traceable, it was too risky. I already had it in my mind and could trace it at any time.

But Bad Shiriou was whispering about how it was a crime to leave such a piece caged in the dark. That his creator would have loved for it to have real use instead of a forgotten weapon in such a forgotten cave.
I nodded.
Totes agree.
Bad Shiriou pointed to Rin. He said that would be an excellent bonding time with my beloved, teaching her how to shoot.
Here I was surprised to find Good Shiriou pausing his tirade and grudgingly conceding the point.
By unanimous vote, this baby got a new home.

The rest was your run-of-the-mill stash. Extra weapons, ammo, money, explosives, a fake Passport, some medical supplies. Money never hurts, explosives always made me feel warm and fuzzy, I still have back home my first grenade ring. Bandages never hurt, quite the opposite. Stealing the fake Passport was extra valuable, it hurt them, and we could modify it for us.

After filling my pockets with the loot, I took one of the grenades and removed the safety pin. Ever so carefully, I secured it on the stash and closed the lid.
-"Let's grab anything that looks valuable and small enough to carry on your own without slowing you down. Take that backpack, we can store the food and the parchments."

After we finished the raid, we hightailed out of dodge.
We needed to be far far away post-haste before they noted our presence.