Forged in the deep halls. Mostly.
Deep beneath the Lonely Mountain, master smiths spent long winters weaving the finest mithril* rings into this legendary chainmail. It was meant for a king, but the king had a cast iron skillet with three generations of burnt bacon on it. Priorities were reconsidered.
Now it can be yours. This chainmail scrubber gets through stuck-on food, crusty pans and dragon-grade grime, and leaves your seasoning where it belongs. It's tough enough to scrub a Dutch oven and gentle enough for your grandmother's frying pan. No soap-sorcery or harsh potions needed, just warm water and a bit of elbow grease.
Every adventurer needs a good blade. Every adventurer with a cast iron pan needs this more.
* Not actually mithril, and not actually made by dwarves. It's food-grade stainless steel. We did ask the dwarves, but they were busy and slightly offended. Still shiny, though.