Derum finally managed to acquire the "Treasure Armor" from old Hassan.
This was a set of Guram Cavalry Armor, with iron chains linked together and coated with anti-rust grease.
He laid the dismantled components flat on the table and examined them carefully. They seemed to be reasonably maintained, though quite old, with larger rings that weren't as intricate as fine Chain Armor.
On some broken links, there were visible signs of re-forging, and the craftsmanship wasn't quite up to par, probably due to a rather average blacksmith doing the repairs.
Yet, Derum was still overjoyed; it wasn't just an armor, but a symbol of identity.
For the nomads, for whom ironware was costly, wearing armor meant being part of the aristocracy of the nomads. Even among the Crusaders, only the wealthier soldiers could afford armor, while the lower-tier soldiers might only don a cloak at most.
"Dad, help me try it on."
Derum said excitedly to his father.
