True Sight Heavy Coat

The True Sight Heavy Coat lies on the desk like a folded storm: charcoal wool that drinks the candlelight and a sheen of moon-silver threaded through every seam, so subtle you might miss it until the room tilts and the thread catches a glint. The hood is generous enough to swallow a whispered name, and the collar stands stiff with a leather inner lining that bears the faint aroma of rain-soaked bark. Brass buttons, worn smooth by hands that have trusted this coat to carry more weight than cloth should, fasten at the throat, while the shoulders bear discreet pinstripes of runes—sigils etched deep enough to feel with the fingertips. It feels substantial, as if the fabric remembers every footstep you’ve taken in the rain, every doorway you’ve chosen to guard with a steady breath. Lore clings to the coat like a second skin. Some say it was woven by a chronomancer who stitched a moment of truth into every thread, so the wearer could see what others veil. Others insist a wary sentinel—a scout who crossed mists and liminal borders—added the final tuck of leather and the stars-muted runes to keep honest hearts from misreading a shadow. The truth, as old as rumor, is that the coat carries a whisper of sight beyond sight: a calm clarity that makes the world look slightly more legible, as if the fog itself were obliged to loosen its grip for a heartbeat when the wearer passes. In the heat of a skirmish, that whisper translates into something practical and patient. The True Sight Heavy Coat is not merely protective hardware; its true boon is a quiet pulse of awareness that pierces illusion and stealth in a tangible way. When the cloak is worn, cloaked foes in the immediate vicinity lose a sliver of their anonymity, the veil between concealment and reality thinning long enough for a seasoned eye to catch the glint of their approach. It doesn’t erase danger, but it changes the calculus: you can anticipate a trap before it snaps, you can notice a shadow slipping along a wall, you can spot the uncertain edge of a deceitful bargain before words are spoken. For a party moving through or guarding a caravan, the coat becomes a hinge—the moment when caution becomes confident action. On a recent market run, the kind of day where the air tastes of iron and rain, I watched a merchant pull the coat from a velvet-lined chest with reverence. A banner above the stall announced Saddlebag Exchange, a name that had begun to feel like a rumor you could actually walk into and purchase. The listing showed a handful of True Sight Heavy Coats, each with its own glow of history, priced in the upper ranges where stories meet coin. A few in pristine condition carried a glow that spoke of a long night and a careful hand; others bore the marks of real use, their sigils dulled by time but their truth-sense still bright. I traded a measured amount of copper, a couple of luminous scales, and a quiet promise to share the coat’s tale with the road it would soon walk again. The exchange, after all, is as much about what a piece of gear carries in memory as what it can carry in pocket. The coat now waits in its new holder, a sentry waiting for the first rain to fall, ready to turn sight into guidance for the weary and the wary alike.

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Average Price

17.7886

Total Value

159.35

Total Sold

9

Sell Price Avg

18.8486

Sell Orders Sold

7

Sell Value

131.94

Buy Price Avg

14.0788

Buy Orders Sold

2

Buy Value

27.41

True Sight Heavy Coat : Sell Orders

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Quantity
24.99922
24.99881
24.50851
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22.99981
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19.9994
19.99881
19.99831
19.89751
19.89711
19.8971
18.89671
18.89662
18.89651
18.84891
18.84881
18.501

True Sight Heavy Coat : Buy Orders

Price
Quantity
12.40941
12.40922
12.40911
12.371
12.36951
12.36911
11.25651
11.25621
11.0391
11.01821
11.01811
6.02061
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0.26431
0.26421
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0.101
0.02422
0.01432
0.00425