A campsite

After glimpsing out of her pocket for a second, you noticed a makeshift camp in the middle of the woods. This must be the thief’s camp. As she sat down, she took off her cloak, and fished around its pockets for her treasures she stole. After dodging her fingers, she flung the mostly empty cloak to the side, sat down criss-crossed, and begun appraising her loot.

Every once in a while, she throws an object to the ground, seemingly being worth nothing. Various things, from bombs to broken instruments were thrown on the floor, caking them with mud. Whenever a noise was heard, she would look at the direction it was coming from, then go back to her loot.

As the thief took out a flask from her person, you happened to notice it was just out of her eyesight when she turns her head. You thought that maybe you could cause a distraction, then slip down inside it. Once she drinks it, she could be possessed by you.

You look over the goods she set aside, and concocted a plan of action: