Harben's Helm

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|quality=uncommon
|image=helm_harben.png
|type=helm
|attack=130
|defense=130
|perception=100
|text=1. Harben gazed into the mirror, scrutinizing his gold panoply. His precious, precious fortune, his beloved wealth, shone around his body -- beautiful, glorious, and safe. No one would ever steal from him again. Light gleamed from each plate. It glimmered off sumptuous decorations. Every pinpoint of pure, luxurious light seemed to celebrate his genius. Other men put their riches at the mercy of bankers or servants. But not Harben.
He stared at reflected victory long into the night, never letting his eyes leave the immaculate, magnificent cuirass, the splendid vambraces, the exquisite cuisses, or the proud helm. Candles flickered in their aureate depths. Their dancing flames lulled his consciousness, and made his eyelids heavy. Sleep... Yes, he needed to sleep. So he began to undo his armor's fastenings. Then he froze, cursed, and realized the grave folly he'd been about to commit.
|obtained=Crafting (Misc/Citadel):
* 2x 
* 2x 
* 1x 
|obtained2=Crafting/Misc/Citadel
|info=
|reference=
|set=Harben's Set
|}}