Arran stood still as the man buckled the leather breastplate on. It was fairly heavy, but seemed to fit okay. There was no mirror, but that didn't stop the mage from taking advantage of a particularly shiny shield to have a look. It was hard to tell in the warped steel, but it looked decent. Like a woodsman would wear. The layered leather looked good, if plain - but hid much of the curve of her body... and Arran had no problem with that.<br/><br/>The undershirt itself was just loose as his current selection, but the weave much heavier - though still not a coarse as the shirts he used to wear back on the farm. It hung fairly long on his smaller frame, and covered even more of him. Yes, that would do nicely. Not a sex tart, but an adventuerer.<br/><br/>Arran was so pleased that he didn't even haggle. Just handing over the coins before wandering back out into the street. He even thanked the armourer. The brunette brushed some of her hair back from her eyes as she looked up to check the time by the position of the sun. There was likely still a while before the herbalist said she would be ready. Even though the lack of coin limited his choices, there was time for the apprentice mage to enjoy. And as he looked like an adventurer now, we wouldn't have to deal with sexual advances.<br/><br/>Grinning to himself, he meandered down the Kings Way, window-shopping and taking in the sights (while avoiding anyone who looked plaguey). Ultimately, he planned to make his way back to the herbalist.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Despite what he thinks, I imagine Arran looks slightly odd in the armour. (Though we have established how tall the new body is. Not as tall as he used to be at least). You can move it on the herbalist if you want, or arrange an unfortunate event. Arran really is just wasting time now.</div></div>