"I hold out Ghal-Maraz and I'm ready to charge into battle, even though I'm fit to drop with pain and exhaustion, but a dwarf never lies down when there's battle to be done unless he's dead. And even then he'd better be really, really dead or his ancestors will be having words with him when he gets to the other side! But even as I lifted the warhammer, I knew it wasn't for me to carry it into battle. You see, the power in Ghal-maraz is ancient, even to us dwarfs, and it knows who is supposed to bear it. Truth be told, I think it's always been your warhammer, Sigmar, even before you were born. I think it was waiting for you, down the long, lonely centuries. It was waiting for the moment you would be ready to wield it."