Giant Thalion scoffed at these gauntlets. In his view, a true warrior should wield a battle-axe, a warhammer, or perhaps a trident—not something that looked so flimsy and harmless.
However, the Pandaren Taran was a special case: he enjoyed smashing his enemies' heads with gauntlets. That was his personal preference.
On the battlefield, Taran would also use a long, spiked staff—a weapon capable of delivering truly brutal power.
"I like them. But I'd like to buy a few more pairs. I've got some kin who need gauntlets too."
The Blood Elf behind the counter brightened when he heard this, only to look dejected right afterward. They had only one pair of gauntlets in stock and nothing more.
"Elf, wrap up these gauntlets for my friend Taran!"
Seeing that Taran was pleased, Thalion swept a large handful of gold Blackstone coins onto the counter, intending to buy the gauntlets and present them to Taran.