I've only seen two hilts drop in all my dungeon-grinding runs--on the same run, too. Both of them went to the resident hunter-stranger who was boasting a MUCH better staff on his back--second best-in-slot, if my memory's any good. When inquired as to why he rolled need on the hilt, he declared it was for his 'gold spec'. Mm. Well.
How'd I get mine? I was lucky, sort-of.
I knew and was close friends with a very charitable and thoughtful couple in my guild who were more than happy to pull strings with their unnamed sources, pool together a huge wad of gold, and bought me a Hilt as a graduation present. Frankly, I was touched: it was possibly the only thing in the game I'd had on my invisible wish-list, and I had never told anyone I'd been going out of my way to solo heroic PoS trash repeatedly, daily, for a chance at the Hilt. How they knew I was becoming worried about my dual-specialization's threat [as ICC went further along] eludes me completely.
I did the chain, but, problem, my tank of choice at that point in time was a Bearal druid. The end of the quest-line was very dissatisfying, and on top of it all the hammer wasn't even nice--it was an orange tentacle monstrosity with thorns. For a brief moment I actually had an angry.
However, shortly after I did the chain, our guild-leader had a birthday. Over the months the collective guild had been saving up for something special for our GL. We brought him out to northern Dragonblight where we told him we'd all found a rare spawn for the 'kill every rare spawn' achievement. Course, there are no rare spawns where we took him--the big broken-off titan road that leads into Crystalsong. When all five or so of us were assembled--Hilt Couple and Leader Couple plus Raz--Our GL's significant other handed him a wrapped box, which he opened. Inside was, for lack of better terminology and poor memory, a very freaking expensive motorcycle-mount. At first he couldn't accept it: saying that 'oh it was too much of a gift, it was too nice', so on so forth. . . the humble goofberry.
We all played around, with GL running around in the bike with his S-O in the side-seat, Hilt-Couple laughing and smiling. Me standing there having completed the Hilt-chain just a bit earlier, throwing out the occasional firework, watching the others take turns in the bike-seat. And y'know? I figured out something.
The Hilt was a great gift, from really two good friends [who sure as heck deserve better than my company]. And, well, I just find the Hilt doesn't bother me anymore.
Bleh, bad story. :p

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