It is a legend passed in passing; a tired old tale told by tired old stallions, in the way that one hopes the fortune of the storied treasure may rub off on them in time. How did it go?

Emerald Scales, as the winds say,
hoards up his treasure, in a mount' far away,
(and the words that follow are told to this day),
whom they cannot slay, whom they cannot slay.

And the warriors that seek him, find to their dismay:
whom they cannot slay, whom they cannot slay.