A new pair of sturdy everyday gloves, dyed a dark red. In one of the fingers, hidden until he puts them on and wonders wtf is potentially giving him papercuts (sorry not sorry), a rolled up bit of paper with a carefully written (though still with an occasional tear or blot of too much ink, not enough to render it useless) description of what's in a Templar's philter box and how it's used. For his records, or just in case.