All is One, One is All?

Hjuldain, the Dwarf Artificer (Alchemist Specialty)

Even as a young child, watching his parents work with the stones of the mines, he could see the Weave in every little bit of the caves. He couldn't help but admire how the Weaver put together the world so immaculately, even though he knew it was just one patch on a multiversal quilt.

Wanting to emulate his personal Deity, he took up weaving as a hobby. He started weaving small blankets with the approval of the Weaver, steadily building up to his magnum opus; the Weaver's Quilt, as he called it.

With patch after patch of old clothes, he weaved this large quilt, which managed to both tell the history of his Deity and to be big enough to cover the floors of his entire living room. At the very least, it was comfortable to lay down on after a long day at work.

This hobby was discouraged by his people, however. He was looked down upon and shunned for taking up a feminine job, so he started getting into potions instead.

After all, fabrics needed all sorts of potions to be dyed and treated, and if taking up that new job would get his village off his ass, he'd consider it a success... especially since they'd go fucking bonkers if they heard he didn't worship the Dwarvish Gods.

To this day, he makes a living off of his potions, and for particularly big purchases, he gives people free quilted blankets.

He and his wife Nyslinn may have told everyone that she made those masterpieces, but the two of them knew who the true weaver was in the house.

Besides, Nyslinn was much more in her territory when she was working on weapons.