Berserker's Soft Wood Focus rests in the flickering lamplight of the workshop, its face a warm plank of wood polished to a satin glow. The grain snakes along the surface like a map of routes taken, and lacquer catches reflections of fire, making the focus look as if it holds a heartbeat within. At its center sits a amber core, sealed behind a ring of runes that glow faintly when the room grows tense. The edges are carved with a roaring bear and sparks, a talisman whispering of brutal courage tempered by craft. It feels alive in your hand, not carved wood, but a memory made tactile. The lore spoken of this piece ties it to a berserker’s oath and a woodworker who wandered between war and grove, offering his craft to those who would fight with their hearts unbound. They say the soft wood comes from a tree that sleeps beneath rain and memory, supple enough to take edge and spell alike, stubborn enough to resist the crush of steel. When a wearer channels their fury through it, the focus seems to hum, as if the wood itself leans into the battle, guiding the magic rather than blocking it. The bearer learns to read the glyphs—bear, storm, and fire—like a language of motion, and with every clash the amber core flares a shade brighter, a tiny sun in a wooden shell. In actual play, the Berserker’s Soft Wood Focus feels like a trusted ally in the long grind of skirmishes and rare boss runs. It turns raw momentum into focused intention: a conduit that helps momentum build, allowing your surge of power to thread through your spellwork with less effort and more bite. It is the kind of item that makes sudden, decisive plays possible—the moment you snap your focus toward a crowd, the amber glow climbs the lines of your magic, and the surrounding chaos seems to lean in, listening for your next move. For those who chase a berserker’s tempo, the wood’s warmth makes close-quarters magic feel immediate, not mediated, as if the forest itself had chosen to stand with you in the breach. Markets bite back with the cold arithmetic of supply and desire, though. In tavern whispers and stall-side conversations you’ll hear the value of this focus thread through the air like incense—some buyers want the lore, some want the practical edge, and some want both. Traders at Saddlebag Exchange will tell you that demand for a piece like this rides the seasons, and that price drifts with festivals and weathered legends alike. A seller may name a price in a way that feels like a dare, while a buyer leans on the exchange’s charts to judge whether to push or bow out. The thing is, every sleeve rolled back to reveal that amber heart carries more than gold; it carries an old story, and a promise that when fury meets focus, a world-worthy moment can bloom from wood and will. It lingers in memory.