Cavalier's Rogue Coat

That Cavalier's Rogue Coat unfolds before you like a map folded through a century of deception: a long, midnight-black wool that swallows the glow of a candle and reflects it back in a muted, almost velvet sheen. The texture is quiet but persistent, a suede-soft grain under the fingertips, reinforced shoulders hinting at hidden strength without shouting armor. Bronze filigree rims the lapels and the high collar, curling like old handwriting, while the edges are stitched with a careful, almost imperceptible precision that speaks of guild secrets and patient craft. A slender belt of hammered steel cinches the waist, catching light with every tilt of the wearer, and the coat’s tail sweeps the ground in a deliberate, practiced arc—enough to brush against a startled ankle and vanish a moment later into a crowd. Inside, the lining is a rich crimson satin, a small, private theater for a hand that knows where to rest a lockpick or a folded map. There are pockets tucked away—a hidden compartment behind a seam, a quiet place to cradle a blade’s edge or a whispered note—so the coat behaves like a second, quiet partner in crime, never shouting yet always listening. Lore threads through the fabric as surely as those stitches. The Cavalier’s Rogue Coat is said to have been born from a strange liaison between a knightly order known for choreography with lance and a guild of shadows who preferred the art of absence to the glare of banners. Some tales name a seamstress who survived a siege by sewing night into cloth, others speak of a courier who wore the coat across the caravan routes of the south, leaving behind only a faint brass scent and a trail of whispered dangers. In any version, the coat carries with it a double life: the surface of noble courtesy, the underside of calculated risk. It is the uniform of a person who can stand at a gala and slip away with equal poise, leaving nothing but footprints that vanish in the rain. In gameplay terms, its significance is less about numbers and more about presence. As a cosmetic skin, Cavalier's Rogue Coat lets players craft a silhouette that belongs to both seduction and stealth. It pairs well with a rogue’s tools and a scout’s instinct, turning every urban alley into a page in a larger story about who you are when nobody is watching. It signals to allies and rivals alike that the wearer can walk through a crowd and extract a truth without drawing a scream or a sword. The coat is prized by those who want their character to narrate a double life—one leg in high society, the other in the shadows between lanterns and locked gates. Pricing, of course, remains a living dialogue inside the market. I heard a tale at Saddlebag Exchange, where traders measure value in glances and pawns rather than coins alone, that a Cavalier’s Rogue Coat could command a respectable sum—depending on the mood of the room, the buyer’s haggling charm, and the coat’s provenance. The tag could swing from a few gold to something loftier, and the saddlebag merchants often barter favors as readily as they trade skins. It’s the sort of item that doesn’t just clothe a body—it outfits a story, and in this world, stories are currency as enduring as gold.