Moonspear by night was a pale green

His skills?
Now this was just a matter of ruling out what was and wasn't appealing to him. Rannoch and Liffey hadn't exactly given him a specific purpose or tasks; he did what was needed. He roves over the various things he knew he was capable of in his mind, and even as he does, none jumped out to him saying, pursue me as a career! All he knew was that he certainly was no Eshe; no gardener. So what was he, away from his family?
He swallows.
Well, he pauses again, this time giving a thoughtful lift to his eyebrows. back home, I have a lot of siblings, and I babysat them pretty often. When they were young, I mean. And, y'know, pack stuff, I guess. I hunted, I went over to our neighbors for trade deals, I dealt with the borders sometimes, he grows more and more unsure as he speaks, his shoulders slouching. I never really, um, had the space or time to hone in on one particular... thing.
Which was just code for I've lived in the metaphorical basement of my parents' home for too long, and now I don't really know what I'm doing.
I've been doing a lot of exploring, he adds, then, if that's considered a skill?