Phat Loot Phriday: Grips of Unerring Precision

"These gloves are pretty good," Lolegolas said. He flexed his fist, watching as the mail armor stretched across his knuckles. "I need to see how I shoot while wearing them, though. Good armor is meaningless if I can't shoot. But I suppose they call them the Grips of Unerring Precision for a reason."

Throgg stood from the table and walked over to the corkboard. Using a steel nail, he affixed the paper against the wall. The orc's shoulders slumped in despair as he read the paper. Even the worgen noticed and closed his book to pay attention.

"Throgg, what is it? What's wrong?" Lolegolas asked.

"It's a summons," Throgg said, tapping the paper once for emphasis before walking toward the inn's door. "From Warchief Hellscream. I must go. And I must go alone, though I may bring mounts and pets."

Lolegolas dropped his hands to his side. "Now? Are you ..."

"It's the new Warchief," Throgg interrupted, already standing in the hallway. "He's not a reasonable orc. If I delay ... well. I'll be back as quickly as I can. I'm ... sorry, little elf. I have to go. Do not follow, or Hellscream may well kill us for disobedience."

Lolegolas watched the door shut, unblinking.

Without a word, the worgen stood up and began to follow the orc. "Well, I suppose this is clear, then, isn't it? Gonna be a proper mess, but what's a chap to do?"

"Okay, so what are you doing?" Lolegolas asked. His voice was dull and shocked. His head was spinning with the implications.

"The message says pets and mounts can come," the druid answer. His mouth twisted with wry disgust. "Le woof. Or meow, perhaps, if Throgg prefers. Don't worrry, hunter. I will watch over your friend."

As simply as that, Lolegolas was left alone in the room.

With a faint snarl, the Sin'dorei pivoted in place. The Grips of Unerring Precision flashed as he pumped his hands from bow to quiver. In the time it would have taken for a mug to fall to the ground, 10 arrows vibrated in the piece of paper. One for each letter in the word "Hellscream."

"I need to see Vol'jin."

Grips of Unerring Precision

• Type: Mail hands

• Armor: 1,627

• Agility: 282

• Stamina: 454

• Socket: 1 red

• Socket Bonus:10 agility

• Item Level: 378

• Equip: Increases your haste rating by 216

• Equip: Increases your mastery rating by 157

How to get it: Like Garrosh's agenda for Throgg, the source of these gloves is unclear. However, it's definitely involved with patch 4.2.
How to get rid of it: You can seel the gloves for 10 gold, 47 silver, and 36 copper.

[Image credit: Jessica Lathrop]

Phat Loot Phriday brings you the scoop on some of the most ... interesting ... loot in the World of Warcraft, often viewed through the eyes of the stalwart Throgg and indelible Lolegolas. Suggest items you think we should feature by emailing mikeg@wowinsider.com.