Workman's skill: Craftsmanship

You professed yourself to be a bit of a craftsman, handy with all manner of tools and design after shadowing citizens all over town at their professions. This talent of yours extended from everything to smithing and even architecture, sort of a jack of all trades. You told him that you were as well at home crafting blades as you were fortifying the wall of the barracks.

“Hm, and a fine talent it is to have. When you are assaulted by the demon forces in numbers, a sturdy wall and a well-honed blade will avail you well. I wager you’ve got a bit of the inventor in you as well, don’t you? Don’t be shy about it. Let the others know your skill and they’ll put it to best use. Even if you’re not the second coming of the Lord’s inventor, Michel, himself, you can do plenty of good.”

You told him you weren’t sure if you could rise to such praise, but you’d do your best.

The man grew cold, shaking his head slowly. “It’s not praise if I temper it with a warning. You’re no ordinary craftsman, but I don’t just mean that you’re skilled. You’re also on a quest, amidst danger. Remember to do your crafting before the enemy’s on your doorstep. Once you’re staring down the one big eye of a cyclops and it’s raising its gnarly club, it’s too late to put up a strong wall to hide from it. Obvious, but… worth mentioning, I think.”

It was, indeed, pretty obvious, but it was plenty important.