The boy had been eagerly waiting for his turn to get the mark that would guide his future, he dreamed of being an adventurer, so maybe a ranger, a fighter, even an assassin or a thief, he didn't even need the mark of the adventurer to be one, just something that made him able to fight the creatures that he would find in his adventures.
Finally the sorcerer told him to approach the stone.
-What's your name Boy?- he asked.
-Thomas Svenn- the young boy replied
The sorcerer told him he didn't recall any Svenn in the village, and Thomas replied that his parents died when they were travelling and were ambushed. The old man felt sad to hear this but the boy told him not to worry. He was very young when that happened and the only thing that he remembered was that an adventurer had saved him and took him to that town's church, where he was taken care of until that day.
The man told Thomas to place his hands on the stone. As he did so, it started to turn red, a shade of red similar to that of a melting metal, from nowhere the back of his hand started to burn, and a black shape started to burn into his skin, he wanted to take his hands of the stone, but remembered how he wanted to be an adventurer just like the one that had saved him when he was young so he held his hands pressed to the stone, and finally, the shape of an anvil was engraved with the colour of charcoal into the back of his hand.
-That's the mark of the smith- said the local sorcerer.
As a smith he could never be an adventurer, he thought, a useless profession, but the mage was even more surprised than when the knight gained his job or when the girl got hers, whatever it was.