Satchel of Knight's Prowler Armor

Satchel of Knight's Prowler Armor rests on the counter, a compact bundle of waxed leather, its brass clasp carved with a prowling cat and a half-hidden rune. The outer skin wears the patina of many travels: a brown that has darkened to bronze in spots, stitches like a map of old weather, and a slight tackiness from rain that never quite dried. Open the clasp and a whiff of old oil and leather oils rises, and beneath the cover lies a neat assortment of armor pieces folded like letters within: a helm silhouette peeking from the corner, a chest plate folded to protect its curve, bracers and greaves tucked in with the care of a steward preserving a guest’s valuables. The Knight's Prowler, as locals tell it, was a shadow-scout—neither knight nor thief, but something in between—an emblem carried by scouts who guarded caravans at the edge of night, slipping through crowds unseen to shield merchants from ambush. Some say the sigil is a blessing of patience, others a warning to would-be predators. Inside the satchel, the pieces are modular and surprisingly light—enough to wear as a set for danger-laden trips, yet easy to swap out as needs change. The helmet offers a visor’s quiet guard, the chest plate a tempered curve that catches moonlight rather than glare, the vambraces allowing a wrist to free itself just enough to draw a compass or a map. In the world’s markets they are prized by rangers who travel without a tax to memory, by traders who barter with grit as much as gold. The armor carries a story of the prowler who learned the habits of bands and blizzards alike, turning a stealthy approach into a form of mercy: a burden borne by someone who chooses to guard first, strike last, and vanish by dawn. As a gameplay touch, the satchel is a catalyst for what players might call practical heroism: it lets you tailor your defense for a night raid, a camp guard detail, or a thinly stretched supply run between sanctuaries. Equip the Knight's Prowler pieces to gain mobility and resilience that suits scouting work, or keep it closed for a future upgrade so you can decide later whether to mix and match with other scraps you pick along the way. Markets breathe with rumor and routine, and the Saddlebag Exchange—the circle where traders test value against story—often keeps a keen eye on these satchels. A well-placed tag near a stall might read, “Knight’s Prowler Satchel, rare drop: 1.5 gold, negotiable,” and nearby veterans will bargain in gleaming would-be-silent whispers, explaining that the true value lies not only in the metal and leather but in the tale it carries. Thus the Satchel of Knight's Prowler Armor becomes more than equipment. It is a passport to the night‑watcher’s ethos: move with the wind, protect the unprotected, and leave behind a path of footprints that others read like a map. And when dawn comes, the armor’s edges glint softly as if the prowler’s eyes remain fixed on those who would seek to take more than they give.