The Gilded Quiver
Est. 2025 • Wood Elf Artificer
The Gilded Quiver
The shop hums softly with trapped motes of light; any customer who pulls an arrow from the display hears a faint, approving whisper in Elvish. Sylthana keeps a ...
Shopkeeper
Sylthana Windstring, a Wood Elf Artificer (Lvl 10)
Keeper's Species
Wood Elf
Shop Inventory
(16)A finely made yew longbow, balanced and strung with treated sinew. Reliable for battlefield use and hunting.
A compact recurved bow carved from flexible maple and reinforced with horn. Quick and easy to handle.
A longbow whose limbs have been suffused with a steady, tempering enchantment. The string vibrates with a faint silver sheen.
A venerable ash bow that whispers in an old tongue whenever an arrow is nocked. It hung on the wall behind the counter for years before acquisition.
Standard arrows made with iron tips and cedar shafts. Sold by the bundle of 20.
A leather quiver embroidered with flowing leaves. The compartments seem deeper than they should be.
A set of five arrows whose shafts are wrapped with a faintly glowing green filament and barbed tips tipped in black powder.
A supple quiver fitted with a brass buckle inscribed with a looping rune. Arrows leave the quiver with a soft sigh.
A compact toolkit for anyone who makes or tends to bows and arrows.
A spool of silvery thread woven from the hair of an air elemental, designed to be wound around a bowstring.
A small brass telescope with mounting hardware that clamps to a bow riser and focuses distant targets into a bright reticle.
A single arrow of hammered adamantine with runes that flare when a creature of the chosen type is targeted.
Service: expert bow maintenance and minor arcane infusions performed while you wait or by appointment.
A supple studded leather cuirass, reinforced at stress points to protect without hindering aim.
Leather bracers inlaid with pale runes that hum faintly when an arrow is nocked.
A small crystal phial of rosy liquid. Swallowed or poured into an open wound to mend flesh.
Sylthana Windstring
Shop Atmosphere
“The shop hums softly with trapped motes of light; any customer who pulls an arrow from the display hears a faint, approving whisper in Elvish. Sylthana keeps a tiny, exacting clockwork owl on the counter that fetches lost arrowheads for a silver piece.”
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