Two suits of armour stood next to each other in the repair bay of an infamous mercenary company.

One was very clearly well used and heavily worn, but had been lovingly fixed and taken care of throughout its long life. Neat fixes and subtle improvements gave the suit an aura of experience and the form of wisdom that comes with old age.
Across the chest of the armour the words “Faithful Companion” had been lovingly and painstakingly written by the suits wearer

The other armour in stark contrast to the first, screamed of neglect and abuse. The mismatched pieces were filled with rust and dents with crude repairs having been carried out only where explicitly necessary. Ad hoc modifications and improvements had been made to the armour leaving little of the original suit remaining. But still the suit remained, the words “The problem solver” painted in crude and jagged letters on the forehead of the helmet