Zimozi-Guldu

A medium aged green dragon that lived in a city far, far east of Sparrowdale, Zimozi-Guldu amassed a decent sized horde by harassing caravans and lone travelers over the course of three hundred years. Eventually, though, the foul beast met its end, and the treasure was secured in the vaults of the nearest king. The skin of the beast, though, found its way into the hands of a master armor smith, and over the course of many years was crafted into a chainmail-type of armor. The armor was used by various heroes and villains over the centuries, gaining almost mythical status in the lands who feared the dragon in life... but eventually the wearer was killed by gnolls. The gnolls, being much too large for the armor and having no knowledge of its history, saw little value in the relic, and secured it under light guard. The armor passed through various tribes as a spoil of war, eventually ending up in a gnoll cavern not far outside of Sparrowdale. In the course of saving a captured merchant, Syrin Windhowler reclaimed the draconic armor, and it serves to protect him in battle to this day.