You grew up with a hammer in your hand and fire at your back. Having grown up with the business of smithing as a constant, you are very learned in the ways of metal mining, smelting, casting, forging, and finishing, even if you are not necessarily personally practiced in those various crafts. With swarf under your heels, and clinker under your nails, you have endured the heat and choking smoke of metal shops for years. Your hands are calloused, and your body has adapted to be quite sturdy to accommodate the labor. Your body holds a record of every lesson hard learned, in the form of scars from various burns and scaldings, infections from metal slivers, cuts from scrap, friction burns from grinding wheels, and more. Smiths are tough, hard people, as if they are stone made flesh, and hold an important place in society somewhat outside of the traditional social hierarchy, because all of civilization depends on their artistry. In particular, the Benboldohr Guild has shown you the lost art of black powder and how to shape this into firearms, bullets, grenades and artillery pieces.