20 Slot Craftsman's Bag

The 20 Slot Craftsman's Bag sits on the workshop bench, its leather a weathered chestnut that has soaked up years of rain and sunlight until it gleams softly, like polished wood. The edges are trimmed with stubborn brass studs, each one stamped with a tiny hammer and anvil. A buckle gallops across a strap, and the center clasp bears the faded crest of a guild long past its peak, a reminder that even utility can wear a story into its skin. The texture is a map of its travels: supple but stubborn, oily in some places and dry in others, with a scent of tanned hides and wax that clings to the fingers as you lift it. When you press the lid, the leather gives slightly, as if the bag remembers every tool that ever rested inside, every pencil-thin line of chalk, every coil of rope, every spool of thread. Inside, the seams open to reveal twenty generous slots, neatly lined and edged in faded green fabric. It’s not merely capacity; it’s a promise that a traveling craftsman can carry a workshop in one shoulder, a portable bench of sorts, with room for chisels, vials of resin, beads of quick-drying glue, and a small hammer that fits as snugly as a memory in a pocket. Lore hides in the stitching, too: the old-timers tell of a craftsman who stitched his life into the bag’s lining, sealing it with a whisper of approval from the Workshop's Guild. They say the bag has walked from back-alley barter stalls to sunlit glass-front shops, gathering signatures of makers who relied on it to keep their hands free and their minds sharp. In gameplay, the bag feels like more than a freight crane for items. It is a character in its own right, a reliable companion that changes how you grid your day: you can pull it from your back, slide it to the front, and fill it with ore, cloth, dyes, or the occasional recipe page without pausing your steps. The twenty slots slyly encourage you to become more efficient, to plan your routes through the city’s markets, to barter with a little more patience, because a well-packed bag makes a long day feel shorter. And when a raid or a trek spills your attention onto curious mats and embossed tools, the Craftsman's Bag holds the line, letting you keep essential supplies close to the heart of your craft. Prices drift in the market, shifting with the tides of demand. If you walk into town and ask a vendor about today’s deal, you’ll likely be pointed toward Saddlebag Exchange, where seasoned traders compare notes on wear and value, trading stories more often than coins. A week’s supply of chalk, resin, and leather might fetch a few silver, a rare dye a little more. Still, the bag’s value isn’t only measured in coin; it’s measured in the confidence of a craftsman who can say, with one adjustable strap and a reliable pocket, that the workshop is always near, even when the road pulls you two streets away. In a world built on careful hands and shared stories, that bag remains a beacon, binding maker to market and road.