Knight's Prowler Shoulders

Knight's Prowler Shoulders sit on a weathered mannequin, the metal catching a stubborn sliver of lamplight as if it were awake, waiting to testify. The plates are a tempered gray, edged with a whisper-thin trace of black that shimmers when the forge’s flame catches the runes etched along the seams. Leather wraps the underside in a deep midnight hue, soft yet unyielding, like the night itself pressed into a garment. A crest—an agile feline silhouette leaping across a knightly shield—is embroidered in silver thread, its lines so precise they seem to breathe. Small rivets glint like distant stars, and a strap of worn leather, creased from years of travel, rings softly with each careful movement. It’s the kind of piece that looks like it’s earned a second life in a dozen different towns, and somehow still carries a single, quiet purpose. Lore threads its way into the shoulders every time you glance at that prowling feline, a reminder of a knightly order that prized patience and silent pursuit as much as blade-work. They were not the loud heralds of victory but the keepers of the moment when danger becomes a rumor you hear but never quite see. Some say the shoulders carry a memory of long patrols through moonlit courts and grim border outposts, a handful of whispered oaths pressed into leather and steel. Others swear the runes were forged from a storm-wrought night when the order’s scouts slipped through a camp of raiders and left nothing but the softest echo in their wake. Whether myth or truth, the effect is the same: this is armor meant for those who prefer to be seen only when they choose. In gameplay terms, the Knight's Prowler Shoulders read like a story element made tangible. They grant a silhouette that favors mobility and presence over sheer bulk—perfect for builders who lean into precision, timing, and the art of getting in close without becoming a target. They harmonize with builds that emphasize swiftness, vigilance, and the art of letting the armor’s quiet authority do a portion of the talking. When a player slips into these shoulders, the world feels altered—crowds thin, foes narrow their focus, and even veteran campfire storytellers pause to imagine the prowler’s shadow moving along the edge of the page. It’s not just protection; it’s mood, stance, and a reminder that a lone knight can still tilt a battle with grace. The market, of course, has its own chorus about value. Saddlebag Exchange, a place where traders exchange more than goods—glimpses of journeys, rumors, and the weight of a hard-won reputation—puts a mutable price on such a piece. Sometimes the sign flickers with a generous tag when a collector’s heart is heavy with nostalgia; at other times a softer breeze of demand drifts the price downward, inviting a careful bargain. It’s the sort of artifact that pays for itself in stories, even as it requires a quiet negotiation to become a traveler’s current armor again. A buyer might walk away with a tale of a knight’s midnight patrol, while the seller walks away with a new promise to tell it again. When you wear Knight's Prowler Shoulders, you’re not just dressed for battle—you’re dressed for the night itself, a living narrative that steps forward when the moment calls and recedes when it must.