All that glitters is not gold

As he came around Arowe became slowly aware of his new friends crowding over him.  The bulk of Jamko's brutish and handsome face was in front and someone was gently shaking him.
"You OK pink?"
"ugh...", was all Arowe found at the back of his throat. It must have been Jamko saying that,  the brute was always calling him names. It's fine though it was the kind of hurt he could brush off - unlike the crushing in his chest.
"He took it good Jam! Two of the buggers, and that last cut should have gone right through him."

Arowe started to remember.  All they were going to do was explore the entrance to the cave, but they were ambushed by a bunch of Orcs and their pet Ogre.  Jamko was swinging as good as anyone and Litto had cast an enchantment almost right away that seemed to confuse the orcs. Nevertheless Arowe found himself in the thick of it.  Up till now providing ranged support was his thing.  But you never know when things can turn.
"Look!" said Jamko, "Ain't that a fancy shirt! All shiny and glittery like the trinket stuff he wears. Might have that."
Arowe reacted instinctively. He was quick. And despite the advantage the massive man had over him, he was quickly out from under.  Arowe rolled and swept to his feet. "Yeah, I like to look good, got a problem with that?"
Dizzy, Jamko reached for his sword, but saw that Arowe had both of his hands on those ridiculous needles he calls weapons.  They had killed as good as any sword though and Jamko hesitated - and then just laughed. "Take it easy dude, we still frens!"

Later when no one was looking, he fixed it up so the beautiful chain undershirt wouldn't show through the striking pink silken blouse.  He would have to take out his sewing kit and fix it properly, but that would be for another time.  The shirt was a present from his mother.  She was royalty in all but name, and she still had the stately dwellings and finery from her family, despite Arowe's dad's attempt to spend it all!  She knew he would need the protecting hand of the Arwenthail family, and it was surely the shirt of Elven mithril that saved him today.