This weathered leather satchel is a relic of time, its once-sturdy hide now softened with age and wear. The edges are frayed in places, the seams held together by careful, almost reverent stitching. Delicate ivy embroidery winds along the borders of the bag, its green threads faded but still distinct, giving the impression that nature itself has claimed ownership of the item.

The satchel’s flap, though slightly unfastened, still holds firm, revealing glimpses of its contents—two neatly wrapped doses of herbal poultice. The poultices are a blend of crushed leaves, dried petals, and faintly glowing herbs, their fragrant aroma reminiscent of wild meadows and fresh rain. Despite the bag’s age, the herbs inside remain remarkably well-preserved, as if protected by more than just leather.

The surface of the bag bears the marks of long-forgotten travels—scratches, patches of discoloration, and the faint imprints of fingers that once held it tightly. The leather’s texture is uneven, some areas smoother than others, as if constantly rubbed by a nervous hand. A few stray threads dangle from the seams, whispering stories of repairs made with care but without luxury.

Enchantment:

In addition to the poultices contained within, the bag itself bears a minor enchantment. Any herbs placed within will retain their freshness for 10x their normal span.