[Smithing does wonders for anyone's arms. Somehow despite years in this line of work Oliver isn't that good at avoiding looking them. His eyes are up there, buddy. In his defense he is trying not to be too obvious about it. It helps that apprenticing in Orzammar is unheard of. There's no way he's not making that up, so he's searching his face for the lie.]

You're making that up. Being born holding a hammer and anvil sounds more believable than an Orzammar dwarf willingly showing you their craft.