Its story
A plain, dark-brown leather belt with a scuffed brass buckle, softened by years of wear. Dust settles into its creases, and the faint smell of saddle soap clings to it. Only when its wearer strains does a thread of blue-violet light flicker beneath the leather, like a spell seen through a keyhole.
Lore
Among the dry gulches and spell-scarred cattle trails of Esterra, the belt is known as a practical bit of frontier magic: plain enough to wear in town, potent enough to haul a wounded friend out of a wrecked coach.
History
Mara Venn made the belt for a ranch hand who could not keep his cattle safe from the things that came prowling after sundown. It passed through several frontier towns afterward, usually changing hands without its new owners realizing why their old belt suddenly felt so comfortable.