“Gems, or something else entirely? Only the pouch itself knows for sure”

Satchi. Whatever gems are placed inside have a strange habit of transforming into different ones by the time they’re taken out—sometimes far more valuable, sometimes worthless. Ask why, and Satchi only grins. No one knows for certain whether the contents are truly being swapped, or whether the pouch is simply reflecting the heart of whoever looks inside. Fickle and impossible to read, Satchi nonetheless has a curious habit of quietly offering exactly the right gem to someone in genuine need. Satchi and Dim get along famously over a shared interest in “watching what people really want,” occasionally teaming up to observe someone’s choices with quiet amusement. Today, as always, swinging gently from someone’s belt, Satchi wears that same knowing grin—as if already plotting something.