Barul was a youn dwarven smith. He was not very gifted neither in smithing nor in fight. Most of the other dwarves, in the Mountain Dwarf Town, avoided his company, because they thought he was a disgrace. One Night he decided to prove them all wrong, he stole some of the finest mithril out of the storage and started to forge a helmet. After five days of exhausting labour he was done. Then he slept for two days and went back to the town to meet his fellow dwarves in the tavern. As he entered through the door the whole society fell silent, in awe by the raw beauty of his skullguard. They could not make out who he was and when he spoke the helm distorted his voice to make him even more impressive. He then started for Galin, the strongest youth sitting at the bar, and challanged him to a fight. His creation did not make him a better fighter, but he took some more punches then usually. The other dwarves respected him for his newly found craftmenship though.