Once Gondar visited the harsh, everlasting thundra in the North, so the story goes. He was at his last shred of strenght, so deadly was the cold, when he found a native village. The villagers gave him a place to stay the night, and told him about a giant gray wolf that terrorizes them every full moon. Gondar always looking for challenge decided to hunt this creature.He tracked it for days, and after a long strugle killed it with a swift trust to his chest. He dragged the ramains back to the village, the villagers seemed grateful. Gondar, always seeking a quick profit, demanded payment for his deed. The villagers didn't have the concept of currancy, so they crafted this armor from the wolf's remains, with the greatest of care.