Swim-Speed Infusion +14

Swim-Speed Infusion +14 rests in a slender vial of cool glass, its liquid a pale aquamarine that shifts with every tilt of the hand. The surface is like a thin sheet of ice, cut through with a delicate lattice of silvery threads that catch the light and pull your gaze toward a tiny anchor-shaped charm suspended inside. When you hold it up to a lantern, the bubbles inside swim in lazy spirals, as if the sea itself were breathing through the glass. The stopper is a copper cap engraved with tide-worn runes, and the whole thing gives off a faint, sea-salt perfume that clings to the fingers long after you’ve put it away. Lore tells of a guild of coastal navigators who brewed these infusions in salt-stung hearths, binding a swimmer’s momentum to a current’s whisper. If you listen closely, the bottle seems to murmur back in a language of waves. On the battlefield of boats and coves, the infusion wears differently. Slotted into an ascended piece of armor, it doesn’t scream for attention; instead it hums at the edge of perception, a breath you scarcely notice until you’re in water. Then it becomes a steady, buoyant tide inside you, a fluent lift that turns every stroke into a glide. The world grows a little wider and a little calmer beneath the surface: there’s time to pick a line of kelp, to chart a safe path through a maze of coral, to outrun a reckless current. It isn’t about sprinting in the deep; it’s about not drowning in it. For divers exploring shipwrecks, for skiffs racing along moonlit channels, for swimmers fleeing a chase through tidal channels, that constant +14 Swim Speed becomes a quiet partner, a trusted current that reshapes the way you plan your ascent and your break for air. In practice, this infusion makes the most difference where underwater exploration meets careful pacing. You’ll notice a more deliberate cadence to each stroke, a smoother separation between propulsion and breath, and a better sense of how long you can hold a line across a cavern’s silt and shadow. It isn’t a flashy burst of speed, but a dependable, enduring momentum that means you can reach a portal, a cavern, or a sunken ruin before rising bubbles give you away. It fits the mood of riverways and reef passes alike: patient, precise, and hopeful, as if the sea itself had tuned your arms to a better rhythm. Prices drift with tides, of course, and that’s where Saddlebag Exchange often becomes part of the tale. You’ll hear the whispers of traders on the docks—a few gold here, a handful of silver there, depending on demand and the season of currents. A seasoned shopkeeper might tell you that a Swim-Speed Infusion +14 can anchor a bargain if you catch the right wind, while a younger merchant eyes the glass and the tide, calculating how many eager divers would pay for another breath of that assisted glide. In the end, it’s less about the gold and more about the promise: a small bottle that turns water into a friend, and a reminder that even in a world of storms, speed is a kind of mercy.