Rejuvenating Soft Wood Focus

Rejuvenating Soft Wood Focus rests in the palm like a small leaf carved from dawn: a smooth oval of pale wood, its grain curling in quiet circles that seem to shimmer with a barely visible green inner light. The surface is satin-slick to the touch, warmed by years of handling, and the edges are beveled for a healer’s fingers to cradle it without fatigue. A thin vein of translucent resin runs along one flank, catching the light and making the focus seem to breathe. Tiny runes, etched in mossy grey-green, trace the wood’s rim and wake with a soft glow whenever restorative magic threads through it. Lore whispers that this piece was hewn from a grove tended by forest caretakers long before caravans learned to track the road; soft wood, in their telling, remembers the hands that shaped it and the songs that coaxed renewal from the stubbornest knot. To hold it is to feel a patient pulse waiting to be called forth. In practice, the Rejuvenating Soft Wood Focus serves as an off-hand focus for those who walk the line between shielding and mending. It channels restorative energy, offering a steady trickle of healing to nearby allies, a gentle cleansing of lingering afflictions, and a modest regenerative nudge to one’s endurance with every measured cast. The wood’s lore deepens the effect: it is said the grove’s guardians poured quiet prayers into the sap, turning each healed breath into a small rebirth, and those who carry the focus carry a reminder that renewal is a shared road rather than a solitary act. In skirmishes and marches alike, it becomes a companion—quiet, unassuming, yet relentlessly present when the party has walked far enough to run out of luck. The world around it seems to lean in when such a focus makes its appearance. Tales of it drift through campfires at a crossroads, where merchants and mercenaries swap rumors as they swap wares, and the item threads its way into a larger story about how healing can stitch a party back together as surely as any blade can cut it apart. It’s not merely a stat line or a drop chance; it’s a small beacon that travels from workshop to road, from healer’s satchel to traveler’s pack, tying together paths that would otherwise drift apart in rain and mud. The market scene does not disappoint. In the Saddlebag Exchange, where caravans and crafters meet, a standard-grade Rejuvenating Soft Wood Focus tends to move for a few silver, enough to remind a buyer that value is a conversation as much as a price tag. A rarer specimen—polished to a mirror sheen, its runes brighter—can fetch more, though the winds of season and demand flutter like banners over the stalls and decide the day’s tally. Traders speak softly of bargaining chips—tinctures, leather wrap, a few sturdy nails from an old ship’s hull—anything to seal the trade with trust. And so the focus travels on, not merely as gear, but as a thread in a larger tapestry: a promise kept, a traveler aided, a grove’s memory kept alive in the hands of those who dare to heal as they go.