Lidless Eye rests on the desk like a small, dead star: a glass orb no eyelid to soften its gaze, its surface a quiet, unblinking sheen of blue-gray light. The orb is cradled in a delicate ring of bronze that has seen salt air and long nights of trade, the metal etched with sigils that swirl when you tilt your head, as if the eye itself is reading your thoughts. There is a tactile chill to the piece, a smoothness that betrays careful polishing, and a seam where the orb seems almost to breathe, catching the light in a way that makes its pupil—set at the center—look both distant and intimate, as if it’s watching you while you watch it. The lidless aspect isn’t merely cosmetic: it’s said to be a reminder of the world’s hidden gaze, a relic forged with the belief that some truths require no eyelids to be seen. Lore ties the item to a long line of watchers—scholars and scouts who believed that to see without blinking was to honor the world’s secrets. Legends speak of an order that bound a wary, omnipresent gaze into a metal frame, so the wearer could discern what was otherwise concealed: traps behind doors, the faint glimmer of a negotiator’s true intent, the tremor of danger before the first footstep lands. Whether those tales are true or merely the stuff of merchant’s poetry, the Lidless Eye has always carried the weight of quiet revelation. It looks out through the fog of rumor and rumor’s own glare, inviting a wearer to trust perception over bravado, to gamble on seeing what others miss. In practical terms, the Lidless Eye is a coveted trinket that finds its way into many builds not because it shouts, but because it whispers. It’s a tool for those who traverse treacherous terrain, who rely on timing and awareness to survive a boss mechanic or a narrow escape from ambush. When mounted in the accessory slot, it often nudges the wearer toward higher perception—boosting the likelihood of detecting hidden paths, sprinting through a gauntlet of traps, or catching a survivor’s subtle tells in a tense skirmish. Players talk about it as a quiet ally: not a hammer that smashes through a line, but a lantern that helps you read the map the moment enemy patterns begin to unfold. Its allure is the sense of agency it affords—the thrill of seeing something before it lowers its eyelids and disappears. The price of such a gaze is a story of its own in the market. In crowded markets and quiet lanes alike, traders speak of Lidless Eye with a mix of reverence and practical caution. Saddlebag Exchange, a familiar stop for those chasing rare finds, sometimes features the eye among its wares—priced not as boasts of wealth but as a tradeable truth, a reminder that value in this world changes hands with conversation and risk. Some buyers barter a handful of gold and a favor, others swap crafts or resources from distant camps. The Lidless Eye becomes a thread in the larger tapestry of the world’s markets—an object whose value isn’t fixed, but earned by the stories it carries and the awareness it grants to those who dare to look straight through the veil.