Our paladin got a suit of mithril full plate. The party had roused a dwarf from a drinking spree that lasted for decades after his outpost had been wiped out by drow, with him the sole survivor, cleared the outpost of driders, and recovered both the magic mirror the party was after and needed the dwarf as a guide for, as well as a stack of mithril the dwarf took. In gratitude for rescuing from the fate of a depressed drunk and giving him back his self-esteem, the dwarf built a suit of platemail for the paladin out of that metal, with the paladin, a smith's daughter herself, helping (under the gruff dwarf's guidance).