Parry called up the next screens, starting with Class Skills:

Shaper, class Level 7 Shaper, locate materials Level 9 Shaper, refine materials Level 9 Shaper, assembly Level 3 Shaper, finishing Level 5 Shaper, quality Level 2 Shaper, turnaround Level 2

That made sense. At his age, he'd be at best a star apprentice, perhaps in his third year. Whoever his master was, they'd have shown him where to find clay and stone, wood, water, anything that could be shaped into a basic component. How to dress a silver pheasant to extract the cabochon in its crop, where the highest-purity willow bark grew, how to spot gold from pyrite--all the basics a good shaper of items would need to know.

And to do most of the grunt work for the Master, no doubt.

Strong levels in preparing them as well, stripping that bark, extracting oils, refining ores, grinding down minerals into pigments and reagents. Curing hides, preserving organs, drying roots, everything a young shop runabout would have known.

A few more months of instruction and somewhere around Level 12, I'd be ready to try a journeyman's piece, except...

Assembling, finishing, and quality were abysmal--and slow, too, that turnaround time! It painted a picture of an apprentice always finding, fetching and refining materials for a master jealously guarding knowledge.

Or it could be there's no master at all, and this has been a life scrounging woods and mines for materials to sell on the market, rarely learning much about how to use them or fit them together into actual items. No, that doesn't quite fit: the overall class is too high, and why would there be any swordsmanship?

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It's too soon to draw conclusions. Keep going. He brought up the Active Skills:

Hunting, Trapping & Fishing Level 6 Dressing & Preservation Level 5 Pilot (Small Watercraft) Level 2 Wilderness Survival & Food Preparation Level 6 Flute, Transverse Level 8

There's a surprise, he could play a flute, at least a bit. Low level, just like the basic camping skills, and apparently he could row a boat, all appropriate to his age. The flute was an outlier: something family taught him, or a hobby he picked up? There was no flute in the wardrobe--maybe that's what fit into his belt loop?

He'd check possessions later, time to look at his Spells List:

[Point Towards Home] Cost: 1 [Angel at My Shoulder] Cost: 5 [Finders Keepers] Cost: 1 / day

That's it? Every child had [Point Towards Home], just what a toddler needed when lost at the market. And all [Angel at My Shoulder] did was a brief burst of good luck. Maybe his magic was stuck at an '8' after all?

That last one he barely remembered, he hadn't had it in a hundred lifetimes. Better take a closer look:

[Finders Keepers]: Enchant single item: While active, you will always know the location of item enchanted with [Finders Keepers].

Alright, that's unusual and has potential. It wasn't active at the moment, but if he'd just recovered from a fever, it's unlikely he'd been holding an open enchantment.

So far, Parry hadn't found anything truly dangerous or exceptionally useful. But there was one more critical list to go. Hands in fists, he brought up the last screen.