Harben's Boots

{{ ItemCard2
|quality=uncommon
|image=boots_harben.png
|type=boots
|attack=130
|defense=130
|perception=100
|text=5. His gold... His precious, precious gold... It glimmered above him, swimming through his watery vision, as bloody hands ferried it into the dark. The back of his head was an eternal explosion, broken and burst open by the brick or cudgel that struck from the shadows.
"Bloody idiot," a voice said. "Walking around this part o' town with a bleeding fortune on his back!"
A gap-toothed mouth leered at him. Then the bludgeon came crashing down.
"My gold..." Harben whispered.
The words left his skull along with his leaking brains.
|obtained=Crafting (Misc/Citadel):
* 2x 
* 2x 
* 1x 
|obtained2=Crafting/Misc/Citadel
|info=
|reference=
|set=Harben's Set
|}}