Ho there! Swordsmith! Lay off your anvil-striking and daggerwork for the moment and hearken to me, skillmaster – there’s profit in it for you, and glory to be one for your name and your mother’s name. Mop your glistening brow with a meaty forearm – laid open to the sun, as I see your workshirt has been carefully rolled up past the elbows, in the manner of your people, to better display the Hephaestion veins that pump blood through your skillful wrists – and listen well!
Ooh, next DnD campaign, I'm calling the role of "someone wearing a soft peaked cap."
Swordsmith: STR 15, INT 7, CHR 18
A team of aunts? I'm in!