Harben's Gloves

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|quality=uncommon
|image=gloves_harben.png
|type=gloves
|attack=130
|defense=130
|perception=100
|text=3. It was the maid's own fault. Harben told her as much, as she lay sobbing and groaning in a pool of warm sunlight and warmer blood. If she hadn't come in to open the drapes, and bumped into his bed, he wouldn't have shot her in his sleep. Of course, she was far too unreasonable to appreciate this with a quarrel embedded in her thigh. So he had the other servants drag her away.
He tried to get back to sleep, but the wretched woman had ruined any chance of slumber. Harben got up instead -- and relieved himself with the aid of the hinged flaps he'd had the foresight to install. No one would snatch his wealth away while he was busy emptying his bowels or bladder. He was too clever to fall for that old trick!
|obtained=Crafting (Misc/Citadel):
* 2x 
* 2x 
* 1x 
|obtained2=Crafting/Misc/Citadel
|info=
|reference=
|set=Harben's Set
|}}