The owner frowned at Arran after the question. He was older, probably in his late thirties by looks, and very solidly built. His beard barely didn't conceal a long scar across one cheek. "That's all I got, nothing else small enough to fit you. What's a kid like you need armor for anyway?"<br/><br/>"Don't tell me you're out on some sort of stupid adventure. Or you want to be a hero or some shit like that." The man practically spit the last word.