"Yes," the goblin said. "It was, oh, thirty years ago now. Blazearm—though she had not yet earned her name—and I were both apprentices in the same workshop, and I was courting her. She was interested, but we were both still children, so our marriage would have been forbidden. One day, a warrior came into the workshop and asked for her hand. She refused, but he did not want to take "no’ for an answer. He pinned her to her worktable; she was fighting him off, but he had the superior position. I took up the awl on my workbench and threw it into his back. He let go of her, turned to me, drew his sword—and Blazearm pushed him into the fire. His sword arm lit up like a log soaked in oil! That day, we became warriors together, and that night, we wed. It was the most romantic day of my life," Awlthrow said wistfully.