Berserker's Soft Wood Focus of Accuracy sits warm in my gloved hand, a slender shard of pale pine carved to catch light rather than glare at it. The wood feels soft, satin-smooth, its grain curling like a battlefield map pressed into the grain. The head is a bead of honey amber, set in a ring of dark metal that has seen years of sun and rain. Runes along the lip—the bear’s paw, the looping arrow, the single sigil of aim—are worn smooth by time. A thin elk-hide strap runs from the base, meant to ride a belt or wrist without snagging in a sprint through crowd and cobble. If you tilt it to the sun, the sigils glow faintly, as if the forest itself leans in to listen to the tale the wood has kept for generations. In combat, its purpose becomes clear. The focus binds berserker ferocity to patient precision, turning surge into a deliberate, fatal moment. Its Accuracy enchantment nudges hits toward the mark, helping both spells and weapons cut through the swirl of chaos. It’s not flashy; it’s the calm you feel when your hands know where to aim and your breath aligns with the target. For long-range bursts or tight alley skirmishes, for anyone who believes a single well-timed strike can decide a fight, the focus is a partner, not a prop. The old lore says the original bearer carved it from a grove blessed by ancient wood spirits, a memory of the forest bound into a weapon by discipline. At Saddlebag Exchange, the stall smells of pitch and wax, rope and leather. Mara, the clerk, lays the focus on the scale, tracing its grain as if it maps routes through the world. The price drifts with the crowd, shifting with demand, but Mara keeps the talk practical, offering fittings and a fair rate rather than empty bravado. The market’s unwritten rule is plain: a sturdy tool deserves a fair price, a traveler honest change, and a memory that travels with the buyer as surely as the coin. A deal is struck with a nod, and the wood’s quiet memory seems to settle into the buyer’s palm along with the trade. It’s the kind of moment Saddlebag Exchange is known for—practical, human, and anchored in a shared sense of road and report. With the item at my side, I walk the city’s streets where shadow and sun duel across cobbles. The focus hums a soft note, amber catching light with each step, wood warming to the pulse of life nearby. It is more than a tool or ornament; it’s a beacon for those who chase the clean line between chaos and control. A reminder that rage can be tempered by aim, that accuracy is a practice as much as a stat. The Berserker’s Soft Wood Focus of Accuracy travels with the road, remembered by traders and travelers alike, a story pressed into wood that promises to sharpen not only the strike but the hand that wields it. It asks you to choose your moments, to hold firm when the crowd roars, and to walk away when the price is too high.