Medium Miner's Bag

Medium Miner’s Bag sits against the hip, its weathered canvas stained by dust and time, its leather strap bearing a few threads of gold from a long-vanished merchant’s store. The bag’s surface is rough yet welcoming, like slate worn smooth by hands that know the weight of ore. Brass buckles fret with a soft chime when the bag is swung, and a narrow tie of twine keeps the opening tucked in against rain or wind. Inside, the lining is a pale, grease-warmed cloth with a faint scent of coal and campfire smoke, and a trio of quiet pockets hints at a craftsman’s careful habits: a small pouch for copper, a wider pocket for fragments, and a slim sleeve meant for a compact pick or a spare cloth. The edges are reinforced with thin, earthy leather that tells of miners’ camps and dawn patrols, where every bag is a portable ledger of what the world will offer and what the world will require in return. Lore-wise, the Medium Miner’s Bag is said to be woven from the remnants of old ore sacks used by caravans that crossed treacherous mountain passes. Some tale-tellers insist a single tenor-keeper stitched the bag with a thread from a vanished mine’s lullaby, binding luck and load-bearing into one practical charm. Whether true or myth, the bag survives as a symbol of a profession that reads the land’s seams: where the stone is thin, where minerals lie beneath the shale, and where a causeway of lantern light marks the early hours of a mining camp. In gameplay terms the bag functions as a portable annex to a miner’s kit. It stores raw ore, refined metals, and the small, precious fragments that traders prize in a pinch. If you’re escorting a caravan across a seam of hillside, it is the difference between carrying your finds in a handful of risk and knowing you can sling several pockets’ worth of ore over your shoulder. It becomes a quiet partner in exploration, letting you harvest a vein and still keep your tools and rations within reach, without the clatter of a larger pack slowing you down. In tight settlements, it’s a reminder that value here is measured not in gold alone, but in the steady, patient cadence of hauling what’s earned. Prices at the trading posts ebb and flow, and the Saddlebag Exchange is always a story of demand meeting supply. One day a buyer will offer a fair exchange for copper and tin, the next someone will swap a sealed bargain for a few chunks of iron, and the Medium Miner’s Bag becomes a focal point in that exchange—a tangible cue that the world rewards those who respect rock and pathway alike. When you strut out of town with it slung low, you’re not just carrying metal; you’re carrying a memory of miners’ routes, of dawn and drill, and of a bag that, whether by luck or craft, holds the day’s work in its quiet seams. To the rock.