It looks like a gnome. Small, smiling, harmless. But the old stories never called them protectors; they called them keepers of debt.
To meet one was to make a bargain. A good harvest, safe travels, a wish answered in the dark. The price was never spoken aloud. The price was always collected later.
This garment carries that memory stitched into its fabric. Wear it, and the little smile feels less like comfort… and more like agreement.
Items Required (while wearing the shirt):
A coin, worn smooth by too many hands.
A piece of food left untouched for three nights.
Your own whisper, given freely.
The Gnome’s Bargain: “Small hand, take my gift. Small mouth, speak my wish. Keep it safe until the dark, And I will pay what you decide.”
What It Gives You: They say it works, fortune tilts in your favor, small things go right, the world bends kindly. But the gnome doesn’t come right away.
Some say he waits. Watches you from afar. Learns your habits, your joys, your hobbies. Learns what you can’t live without.
And when the time finally comes, he shows himself. Small, smiling, patient. He offers a deal: keep your blessing, and let him choose the price… or surrender everything you gained, and walk away empty.