Boots. Stupid, damn boots. Arran had managed to buy a couple of fitting outfits from the tailor with his new source of income - blouses and pants mostly (he had no intention of buying a skirt or a dress). But boots... The towns cobbler was away, so the only shoes he could find we're dainty things that weren't designed for walking. Maybe he'd be able to find something Highfax.<br/><br/>Except for the boots slowing him down, he was enjoying the walk. It wasn't often he got away from the farm, and exploring the world was just what he pictures when he thought of being an adventurer.<br/><br/>Still, even adventurers need to sleep. So Arran approached a small farm holding just off the road. He'd ask them if he could stay in their barn for the night. The bed at the inn was lovely, but he'd grown up sleeping in hay, and he'd manage. If they wanted coin, well... That's what Jachym had given him coin for.