Wandering in Emauracus mountains, Thunderwrath came across the procession of dwarves. Old dwarf was on his kneels near the young man who suffered from avalanche. It seemed, that nobody was able to help the boy. Nobody, except Thunderwrath! Without deliberating, he called divine light and put the unlucky guy on feet. The old dwarf was so impressed! He ordered his best smiths to shape the armor, capable of protection even from the strongest cold of Severe Mountains. Thunderwrath thanked the dwarf, and went to his endless journey...