Friedrick

Owner of the clan's weapon manufacturing, Sir Friedrick Underson Neopaton (aka Monsieur Fun sarcastically by younger dragons) has never actually created a sword in his life.
Ever one to try and keep up with fashion, Friedrick was one day searching for a particularly red shade of flower when he happened upon a young dryad hidden behind a bush. Fearing she would attack him, Monsieur Fun prepared to run for his life, clutching his pearl to his chest, when he noticed that she had not even moved. She looked almost as scared as him. Probably even more so.
After a moment to recover his composure, Friedrick looked closer at the small creature before him. She looked as though she had recently been in a fight over her plants, but obviously hadn't won. The dryad whimpered and pushed herself away from him, clutching one armto her chest, but our young Sir gently scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to his lair. She cried out and reached back over his shoulder, trying to return to her grove, but was too week to fight back.
He took her home and cared for her arm, returning to her grove with her every few days, but keeping watch, just in case something larger and stronger might try to damage her plants and she wouldn't be able to fight back.
It was only after a month, after he had helped her win several battles against raiding dragons, when Friedrick realised that he had finally found his lifelong companion.