Cleric's Rogue Coat of Dwayna

Cleric's Rogue Coat of Dwayna rests on a peg in the corner of a sun-warmed shop, its pale ivory satin catching the lamplight and turning it to a soft, celestial glow. The coat is cut with a quiet precision: structured at the shoulders, it falls into a long, fluid silhouette that moves like a whispered rumor when the wearer shifts. The outer fabric feels cool and smooth, a delicate balance of silk and wool that settles against the skin with surprising warmth. Dark charcoal trim traces the seams, running like a careful note through a score, while the hem carries a subtle shimmer—the kind that catches your eye when you lean in too closely, as if the garment itself remembers every step taken in the past. A small silver clasp at the throat bears Dwayna’s winged emblem, not loud or flaunting, but patient, ready to speak to those who know how to listen. Lore clings to the coat as if the air itself knows the story. It is whispered that a cleric-turned-rogue stitched it during a lull between two sieges, weaving mercy and misdirection into a single garment. The wings on the sigil are said to unfold in dreams, granting the wearer a moment of calm in the middle of chaos, a shield of quiet when hastiness could otherwise betray them. In temples and taverns alike, veterans tell of the coat’s paradox: a healer’s blessing wrapped in a thief’s silhouette, a disguise that preserves both life and loyalty, even when the road grows mean and the night too long. In practice, the coat isn’t just a relic of look and lore. Travelers who shoulder its weight speak of a gentling warmth that deepens when they tend to the wounded, a subtle enhancement to the ebb and flow of energy that makes healing feel less like work and more like conversation with someone who understands you. For those who walk the line between mercy and stealth, the garment offers a graceful flexibility: it does not demand the wearer choose between protection and mobility but instead invites both. In the rain-slick streets of district markets or the crowded corridors of outpost camps, the Rogue Coat of Dwayna becomes a companion that lets its wearer slip through the throng without becoming invisible, all while carrying a nurse’s patience and a scout’s timing. The coat’s significance ripples through daily life and legend alike. It is a prize for those who bargain with care, a centerpiece in stories told around campfires, and a tangible reminder that mercy can be both brave and sly. Its value is never only measured in coin but in the trust it inspires, the salvaged lives, and the quiet returns of favor when danger recedes a little earlier because someone chose to act with both grace and cunning. When traders speak of price, the whispers drift toward Saddlebag Exchange, where listings and murmured offers drift like wind through open tents. A well-preserved Cleric’s Rogue Coat of Dwayna finds buyers who value its dual nature, its history, and the quiet promise woven into every stitch. A brisk market shuffle might see it priced in a few silver or gold, depending on condition and the tale it carries, but the true cost, perhaps, is the way the room brightens when the coat is passed from one careful, hopeful hand to another.