Shiver Sea Dye rests in a slender glass vial, its liquid a pale turquoise that seems to inhale with the light. It swirls like a held breath, a touch of frost suspended in glass. The texture is silky and thin, with tiny glassy flecks that catch glare as they drift. The scent is faint, a cold-metal tang, like brine cooled by a winter morning. Lore ties the pigment to the Shiver Sea: sailors speak of ice-algae pressed into pigment by a craftsman who learned to read ocean fog. Some say the dye is memory itself, a way to carry the sea on cloth. On armor and garments, the dye yields a frost-blue that deepens with age; on banners it shimmers under lantern light, and on linen or leather it takes a subtle pearlescent sheen that shifts with movement. It isn't merely cosmetic; it marks those who chase winter's edge—collectors, traders, crafters who understand how hue shapes story. In gameplay terms, dyes are a form of personalization: you can change your look after earning a style, without altering stats. Shiver Sea Dye belongs to a palette that evokes icebound seas and quiet harbors, perfect for characters who blend sea spray with starlight. It pairs well with deeper navy, frost, and pearl tones, turning a simple set of leathers into a narrative of voyages and storms. Markets breathe through the docks as surely as the tide, and the dye appears in whispers, then baskets, then the glow of a coin purse. At Saddlebag Exchange, a clerk unstoppered a small vial, pricing it with the practiced eye of a trader who has charted every tide and season. The cost swings with supply; sometimes a handful of silver will lift it into your color kit, other days a gold coin buys the last stock, wrapped in a salt-scented cloth. The trade is as much about story as shade—you buy color and a memory of distant currents, a fragment to adorn your coat. The exchange floor hums with banter about ship arrivals and weathered crates, and someone always swears the dye looks better on a warm afternoon or after a long voyage when the sea finally feels near. Back at the workshop, the dye's glow is a quiet companion to the loom and thread. A guild tailor cups the bottle with care, murmuring how the frost-blue will catch the lantern's flame, turning ordinary evenings into pale ice scenes. Friends lean in to admire swatches, swapping tales of voyages, bids, and near-misses with shipments that almost turned to slush in the hold. In that room, Shiver Sea Dye is more than pigment: it binds people to the world’s edges, a reminder that beauty often arrives from places that are cold and far away, yet within reach with a brush, a spar of light, and a willing buyer at the next market day.