Branded Focus Skin rests on the oaken counter, a surface that brings out its detail like a dream under lamp light. The skin itself is a slab of charcoal-black metal, rippled with cobalt veins that hum faintly when the room darkens. Along the length, sigils—delicate runes carved as if windswept—twist and fold, telling the tale of a Branded wanderer who wore the Brand's shadow like a second skin. The edge is serrated with micro-teeth of enamel, catching the glow and refracting it into a pale star at every tilt. The grip band is wrapped in worn leather and stitched with a thread that shimmers ice-blue, a touch of artistry that keeps the weapon from feeling like a relic and makes it feel alive. Touch it and you can feel the texture: cool, smooth on the enamel, with roughened pockets where the hammer marks press into your fingertips. It is, in itself, a cosmetic enhancement—no stat bonus, no extra range—yet its presence shifts the moment. A focus wearing this skin seems to carry a soft, cold memory, as if the Brand's stories linger in the metal. When a spell sparkles from the user, the sigils flare in a patient blue, not loud but insistent, a reminder that power can be quiet and personal. The lore whispers that the skin was forged by a smith who listened to the Brand’s whispers and etched them into steel so that the owner would feel both awe and responsibility in equal measure. Collectors chase such pieces for their story as much as their shine, and the Saddlebag Exchange is where many tales cross paths. A trader with ink-stained fingers will haggle in voices low with the rhythm of coins and freight crates, explaining that demand ebbs and flows with the tides of rumor. If you seek a Branded Focus Skin, you listen for the soft clink of a chain or the rustle of burlap as a crate slides into a stall. Prices drift there, not set in stone, and a single whispered trade can swing the balance between a night's shelter and an expensive rumor. Saddlebag Exchange becomes part of the poem of this skin, a place where memory and market dance together. Some sellers offer a look into the past—their ask a price steeped in the story of the Brand—while others tempt you with a bargain that makes you wonder what you’d trade to carry that memory forward. When you finally own it, the Branded Focus Skin becomes part of your journey, a tangible thread tying you to the world’s quiet, stubborn history. It tells a story of resilience, of a civilization that learned to wear its scars as protection and warning. In the hand, the glow feels like a heartbeat: steady, cool, inevitable. It is a reminder that power in this world is not merely weapon and will but remembrance—and that sometimes a single skin can say more than a thousand speeches about the choices we make when danger calls and memory asks to be carried forward.