The Three Brothers Dwain "Dark and cold was the winters night, three dwarven brothers was preparing for a fight. To slay the black dragon and plunder her hoard and peel off her skin with axe and with sword. The first one to fall was Ogrim with the spear, his fate was soon sealed when the wyrm bit his rear The second to fall was Grimor so bold, breaking his neck as he slipped in the cold. Behind the dragon Rogan sat prone, he was not very happy being left there alone. Boiling with anger he jumped on her back, swinging his axe as he launched his attack. One mighty blow and soon with a moan, vicious beast fell dead in the snow" The wyrm learned her lesson but not until slain - you will not grow old if you anger a Dwain!" This robe may not be crafted from the skin of the vicous wyrm in the old bard's song. But it's dragonskin, thats for sure. Light at as silk yet tough enough to withstand the sharpest of blades. Inside the collar the letters "L.C" are embroded. Who ever that was he should have taken better care of his robe because the hand of time has stiffened the leather making it harder to dodge incomming blows.