Sam

Sam is a small, compact artifact that fits in the palm of a hand yet feels alive in the way it breathes in the light. Its body is a polished brass shell, warm to the touch, with a linen-wrapped grip that has dark, almost-sea-worn leather stitches. The shell is etched with delicate, spiraling runes that catch the sun and throw tiny halos on the ground, and within it a soft, amber glow seems to pulse like a heartbeat. The texture is a paradox: cool as a river stone yet somehow yielding, as if the object remembers every hallway and doorway it has traveled through. The lore, whispered by street sellers and old collectors, ties Sam to a courier named Samarit who vanished during a sandstorm near the desert gates, leaving behind a handful of keepsakes that promised safe passage to those who understood their codes. This tiny reliquary, some say, was his last gift to a world that kept moving, a signal to the wary that a friend could still be found in the clamor of markets and caravans. People who handle Sam claim it smells faintly of ink and rain, and when you tilt it toward your ear you can hear a faint, rhythmical hum that sounds almost like a map being whispered into your bones. In practice, Sam is as much a practical tool as it is a talisman. Its inner chamber can hold a handful of small items—a scrap of map parchment, a coin, a sliver of glass—things you might need in a pinch but cannot risk losing in the crush of a market or on a midnight trek. When slotted into a backpack or a hunter’s belt, Sam emits a soft if faint glow that illuminates locked crates, hidden stairways, or the code words traders use to identify safe routes. More than that, it functions as a key of sorts: certain quests or merchants will only reveal their true asks when Sam is nearby, as if the relic recognizes a kindred traveler who knows when to listen rather than shout. The market story of Sam travels with it, too, and that is where Saddlebag Exchange comes in. I watched a young merchant haggle, oil-smudged fingers working the strings of the relic, and the price drifted up like a kite caught in a gust: decent enough for a collector, risky enough for a trader who knows the value of a story as much as a stitch of brass. By the end, the vendor tucked the little relic into a velvet pouch and named a fair price in silver, with a caution about the item’s loyalty to honest hands. It was enough to send me back into the vendors’ maze with Sam tucked safely at my hip, a warm weight reminding me that some things, once found, bargain with you as much as you bargain with them. The scent of rain lingers, and every glint on Sam invites another glance, another rumor, another road to walk at dusk.

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Average Price

312.1341

Total Value

936.77

Total Sold

3

Sell Price Avg

324.818

Sell Orders Sold

2

Sell Value

650.00

Buy Price Avg

286.7666

Buy Orders Sold

1

Buy Value

286.77

Sam : Sell Orders

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358.501
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358.47972
358.47961
349.99991
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Sam : Buy Orders

Price
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256.01721
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1.99991
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