-You look, disappointed boy, but you shouldn't be, yours is really a unique situation-
Thomas was angry, Was he mocking him? What could be so special about a smith? There were tens of smiths in the capital. What would one more do?
-I see my comment may have been misinterpreted, I want you to think boy, how many smiths have you seen?
Thomas couldn't answer right away, he hadn't been to the capital since his parents died, but he was sure it wasn't a rare profession.
-At least 20- He ended up saying -So I don't know what uniqueness is there to it, I don't want to live my life in the forge like a dwarf-
-So you really know. To be a smith is an innate dwarven trait-
That was true, Thomas hadn't noticed before, but every smith that he remembered from the capital was in fact a dwarf.
-You are the first human smith that I know of, maybe the first in history even. Tomorrow's the Festival, so we'll see, but I'm sure there's a good future for you somewhere-
The Festival, the following day to the mark assignment, a festival where the rarest professions were revealed and scouts from the capital recruited those whose jobs were most demanded from the king or the population in general.