Hill picked up the mithril leather glove again and observed it carefully for a while. The leather seemed to be some sort of dragon skin... a bit like that of an ancient dragon.
However, he couldn't quite figure out its effects. After thinking for a moment, Hill simply put on the glove to directly feel the effect of the equipment.
Then his face darkened: This is a very precious dwarven artifact, an enhanced version of the striking gauntlet, obviously the work of a certain dwarf god, of a slightly higher level than the masterworks worth 50,000 gold coins popular in Toril.
Apart from the power the artifact itself can bring, this mithril gauntlet can also double the user's strength.
Coron's meaning was clear: Aren't you tired of striking dragons? Why bother doing it yourself?
Even if you have enough strength, there's no need to exhaust yourself, risking burning yourself with the corrosive dragon blood.
This is like offering Hill a cup of detoxifying water to clear his mind!
