Break for Dinner

"What's it look like? I'm smithing!"

"That's not craftsmanship, it's a hack job!" shouted Gasnor, reaching out to grab the priceless hammer from Jack's hand.

"Uh, uh, uh…" Jack nudged the large man aside with ease, not letting him dare to get close. "Don't interrupt my work. I've got a lot of pieces to make so I need to hurry."

"But what's the point of the schematic if you're not following it?" asked Moranti.

Jack replied, "It shows me how to joint them together and where to put the inscriptions for the empowering stage. Appearance doesn't matter if I can't have it ready in time."

"But… but… what about mobility?! If you aren't careful, you'll find yourself unable to wield a weapon while wearing such… crude, mistreated armor?!" Gasnon refuted.

"Why does that matter?" Jack asked, flooring the weaponsmith again. "So long as the armor's main functions work, that's all that matters to me."

"But--"