In That Case...
Leonel continued to make armors and weapons for those that came to him. There was something about the monotony that made him feel at peace.
He had always liked Crafting. Well, ever since it was introduced to him by his father. There was something about the process that always made him feel like he was… winning. And there was nothing he liked more than winning.
Every step in Crafting was like hand-to-hand combat with the laws of the world, and every tweak and change was like a master move on a chessboard.
This was the first time that he had spent time Crafting what others wanted. Generally speaking, he had always been Crafting what he wanted, or what he thought others needed. Regardless of which of the two it was, it was always something that he personally deduced.