Apothecary's Prowler Gloves

The Apothecary's Prowler Gloves sit at the edge of the bench like a kept secret, their leather a soft moss-brown that has soaked up years of rain and alchemical steam. The fabric inside is lined with a whisper-thin wool, cool to the touch yet warm enough to protect from the sudden bite of winter drafts. Along the back of the hand, brass rivets map out a tiny constellation of sigils—glyphs of wards and wards of fragrance—while the fingertips are reinforced with delicate, bottle-green resin that catches the light whenever a vial is uncorked. Small pockets are stitched along the cuffs, each one capable of cradling a pinch of powdered herb or a drop of tincture. A slender cord, tied with a knot that never seems to loosen, loops around the wrist, as if the gloves themselves were ready to take flight at a moment’s notice. The scent they carry is not just leather and oil but a subtle blend of juniper, camphor, and dried citrus peel—an aroma that speaks of quiet markets, late-night alchemy, and promises kept to those who trust their hands. Lore ties these gloves to a particular chorus of street alchemists and market runners who move like shadows through crowded lanes. They are said to belong to the Apothecaries’ Prowlers, a discreet guild that tends to both antidotes and mischief, delivering lifesaving salves to the sick and, when the moment requires, subtle poisons to those who deserve them. The gloves are designed to handle glass and powder without marring a single delicate vial, to crush herb leaves with just enough pressure to release their essence, and to cushion the hand when it slips into a crowded stall to retrieve a hidden flask. In the world’s larger shadow-play, they symbolize the uneasy alliance between care and cunning, healing and stealth, the way a safe cure can walk hand in hand with a quiet, almost invisible threat. In gameplay, they feel like an extension of a field alchemist’s will. When worn, the gloves sharpen the user’s touch, speeding the application of elixirs and tinctures and allowing quick, precise handling of volatile ingredients. They mesh with elixir skills that blur the line between support and reconnaissance, letting you lay down a cautious trail of conditions or craft a patching salve on the fly. Players who favor mobility and on-the-spot craft will notice that the gloves reduce some of the clunkiness of mixing powders in the heat of a chase, as if the resin on the fingertips is a quiet extra hand guiding the reagents. It’s less about raw power and more about precision, timing, and the drama of making life-saving work in the middle of a crowded, dangerous street. Market chatter thickens as evening nears. In the bustle of stalls, a trader test-slings a glance at a ledger, murmuring that pristine pairs like these fetch a respectable sum on Saddlebag Exchange, while well-worn sets tug at lower prices. The page-turn of the market is as much a story as the item itself, and the Apothecary's Prowler Gloves carry that tale—an artifact of care, cunning, and the tiny acts that keep a city breathing through the night.