[@BigPapaBelial]

The boy nodded at Koglan. "Give me a couple of years, and [i]I'll[/i] be the one using that sword, just you wait and see! Thanks for showing it to me. Oh, my name's Tareth" he explained, pronouncing it 'tear-eth', as one would would tear a piece of paper. "That thing is [i]amazing![/i]" Reluctantly, the boy began to leave the smith, taking one slow step back at a time. He was hardly the image of a warrior, being a slim little goblin, clad in only a single strip of fabric which covered his privates. Still, he had time to grow. 

"Bye! I'd better get to the well for that water!" He ran off, not wanting to be later for that chore than he already was. Tareth would remember this day and that sword.