Knight's Prowler Gloves

Knight's Prowler Gloves slip over the hands like a second skin: midnight leather that drinks the torchlight and holds a quiet, almost hungry shape around the fingers. The surface is smooth as new steel, yet there’s a whisper of grain that catches the air whenever you flex. Small rivets circle the knuckles, not for show but for resolve, and a line of silver quillwork runs along the back of the hand, tracing a careful map of steps taken in the dark. The cuffs close with a snug, almost ceremonial clasp, as if securing not just cloth and skin but a pledge. On the inside, the lining bears the faint, perfumed sting of resin and leather-smoke, a scent that lingers like a memory of a windless night patrol. The crest on the palm—a prowling cat wreathed in a shield—suggests a history of guardians who moved with the sound of rain on slate, swift and unseen. Lore has it that these gloves were born from a rare convergence of knightly duty and rogue’s craft, forged in a hidden armory connected to the Knight’s Prowlers—a faction sworn to protect travelers and mercenaries alike while walking the edge of order and secrecy. Some say the gloves were blessed by a venturing saint who understood that quiet hands could hold a blade without waking a village, that a good pair of gloves can turn a risky approach into a measured step. Whether that tale is truth or tavern rumor, the effect is undeniable: the wearer’s touch feels steadier, and the world seems to tilt just enough for the blade to kiss its mark. In gameplay terms, the Knight's Prowler Gloves are more than ornament. They’re a signal—a statement that speed and precision can coexist with discipline. The leather’s grip translates into quicker, surer parries and smoother chambering of tools or weapons, making them a natural fit for agile builds that prize control as much as offense. For those who lean into precision and mobility—be it a ranger threading a shot through a narrowing alley or a thief timing a strike between two breaths—the gloves offer a tangible sense of inevitability: you act, the world yields, and the moment becomes yours to shape. They also carry a subtle investment in condition-based play, helping the wearer maintain uptime on the skills that rely on careful, repeated taps and careful exposure to risk. It’s the difference between imagining a scene and living it: the grip changes your rhythm, and your rhythm changes the scene. Prices drift through the market like autumn leaves, and it’s not unusual to see a pair drift through a stall or two before settling into a collector’s hand. The Saddlebag Exchange is where many of these conversations reach their turning point: a clerk will weigh the gloves as if weighing a rumor, then present a price that nods to both their crafted value and the stories they carry. On a bright morning, a tag might read something like three gold with a whisper of silver, a tempting number for a buyer seeking reliability and lore in one quiet, important package. The exchange makes it feel possible to own a piece of a larger tale—the kind you can wear, not just hold, and let your steps write the next line.