|Alias||Old Ben Blackthumb|
|Born||In before 233 AC, Westeros|
Ben is old and hunched.
A Clash of Kings
A Feast for Crows
You know old Ben Blackthumb? He came here as a boy. Smithed for Lady Whent and her father before her and his father before him, and even for Lord Lothston who held Harrenhal before the Whents. Now he smiths for Lord Tywin, and you know what he says? A sword's a sword, a helm's a helm, and if you reach in the fire you get burned, no matter who you're serving.