Who needed more than one tailor, nevemind seven? City folks were either crazy, or they knew something he didn't. And frankly, based on what he family has taught him, Arran figured it was the latter.<br/><br/>"Boots, old man, boots." He reached down and pulled one of his boots off, turned it over and shook out the scraps of cloth that kept his feet in there. "These ones don't fit."