Kyle walked, wide eyed, into the group of pillars. He made a small mischievous smile as he stopped before an item on the pillar. It was a gauntlet, something that would completely cover his hand and halfway up his forearm. He made a humming sound. 
"There's only one? Guess some craftsman got lazy." He went to pick it up before throwing his hand back a bit. It was... cold. So much so that it sort've [i] Hurt [/i] him. He rubbed his hand together, reaching for it again. But this time, it felt fine. He picked it up, looking over the small intricacies. 

"Who dares me to put this on?" He said to the group, waving it in the air a bit. "I'm gonna do it anyway, so someone should dare me so if i get hurt i can blame them."