I gave Gruntar a puzzled look as I stared at the gauntlet resting in his hands.
"…What's that supposed to be?"
Wasn't he making a golem?
When I'd checked on him halfway through, the thing had been nothing more than a mess of parts and half-assembled components. No clear shape, no indication of what it was meant to become. I'd assumed it was still far from completion.
Yet now, here he was, proudly holding up a single gauntlet.
Judging by its solid frame and dense construction, it was clearly no ordinary piece of equipment—but beyond that, I couldn't tell what it actually did.
"Hurry up and try it on!"
Gruntar practically shoved it toward me, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"Hold on," I said, raising a hand to stop him. "You should at least tell me what it's supposed to do first."
I wasn't about to stick some mysterious dwarven contraption onto my arm without knowing the basics.
"What explanation?" Gruntar snorted. "Just put it on already!"
…Of course.
