Warbeast Hardened Glove Panel sits heavy in the palm, a curved sheet of charcoal-gray alloy lacquered in a dull winter gloss. Its surface bears pitted scars from a hundred skirmishes, knuckles crowned with faint runes that glow a muted red when moonlight hits them. A row of rivets runs along the outer edge, and the interior is lined with amber-tinted leather that keeps the wearer from feeling every hot spark as the panel takes the brunt of the blow. When you tilt it toward the light, a small sigil—the stylized maw of a warbeast—presses into the back, a relic from the forges where these pieces were tempered. In its age there is a story: during border wars smiths strapped panels like this to heavy gauntlets to turn rage into restraint, to turn a near-ram into a controlled push. They were not ornaments but promises — that a single plate could buy a breath longer on the rampart, that a craftsman could assemble gloves that stood up to heat and iron. The lore isn’t only metal; it’s about the hands that wield it—the laborers, mercenaries, scouts whose courage is measured in inches you cannot see until the panel takes the brunt of a war-wind blow. As a game piece, the Warbeast panel is less a trophy and more a key. It slots into a reinforced glove, heightening resilience while preserving dexterity for quick, precise movements—parries, counters, the delicate grip of a trap-line in a cliffside pass. Players seeking survivability with nimble hands will find the tempered surface forgiving of repeated strikes, its backing leather comfortable enough to keep response from stiffening after a skirmish. It’s a small upgrade that shifts how you read a frontline moment: a defender who endures and snaps back into position can turn chaos into strategy. Prices drift with the market, and Saddlebag Exchange is a faithful mirror of that mood. A curious traveler once traded a cache of luminescent ore for a gleaming Warbeast panel, the vendor laughing at the tale of embers in a pocket. Today the same piece can be found for around two gold, with a handful of silver more or less depending on finish and runes. Negotiators spin stories about the war’s long memory, and the panel travels with its new owner to distant campaigns, a small piece of the world’s heart that keeps beating at the edge of every combat.