The Timekeeper Short Bow Skin gleams with the quiet precision of a clockwork heart, its limbs carved from honeyed ash and etched with brass gears that catch the light as if time itself were turning. Tiny hourglass motifs wink along the grip, while the grip itself is wrapped in a lacquer that shifts from amber to midnight depending on the angle you hold it. The riser bears a slender pendulum motif that seems to sway with every breath of wind, and when you notch an arrow, the skin’s runic lines flare faintly, as if a distant clock were counting the exact moment you release. The texture feels cool and smooth, almost waxed, with a subtle resinous gloss that repels rain and mud a touch longer than ordinary wood. There’s a lore whisper in its patina, a tale traders and smiths tell in the glow of a forge: the bow was forged in a monastery where time itself was kept as carefully as any chronicle, a relic meant to remind a hunter that patience can outpace speed. Some claim the gears are not mere decoration but a memory of hours better spent, a reminder that every draw is a heartbeat measured against a sun dial that never stops. In the world where this skin travels, its significance isn’t about raw power; it’s about identity, timing, and the narrative you carry into every encounter. It is a cosmetic shell that can be layered over any short bow through a simple transmutation, turning the weapon into a walking chronicle rather than a blunt instrument. Players wear it as a talisman for long journeys, for hunts that stretch across days, for moments when a shot must be carved from stillness rather than chaos. The time motif lends itself to roleplay as well as to tactical rhythm: a bow that favors measured aim, a hunter who pauses to study the light before the first shaft finds its mark. Collectors chase the Timekeeper with stories of the hour that never arrives, trading beside campfires and caravans for the chance to own a piece of that clockwork myth, and the thrill of knowing you’ve captured a moment in a weapon’s skin. Market talk threads through the tale as easily as a string through a notch. In crowded markets and quiet outposts alike, you’ll hear whispers about Saddlebag Exchange and how its listings swing with demand, supply, and the mood of the season. The Timekeeper Short Bow Skin travels through hands and across prices, sometimes traded for a handful of gold, sometimes for a bundle of rare components that glimmer like minute hands under lantern light. A trader might swap it for a memory of a hard-won hunt, a crafter might seek it to polish an assemble of gear with a single, elegant flourish. The beauty of this skin lies not just in its look but in the story it invites you to tell—of patience earned, of moments saved, of a hunter who measures every shot as if it were a heartbeat counted against time itself.