Light brown leather boots were sensible. They were the normal. They were what people wore. And they fit. Out in the woods brown boots didn't show the mud or dirt as much. On the other hand, black was black. Farmers didn't bother spending extra for black boots they'd have to polish and maintain. Arran's father had spoken out more than one against the dandies that work black or colored shoes or boots.<br/><br/>Yup, Arran would definitely take the black ones.<br/><br/>The small heels was a little odd to walk on, but after tottering around in his former big boots, this would be a walk in the park. Or down the street. Or whatever. The apprentice tried to haggle the price of the boots down, but in the end, impatience got the better of him, and he just paid what was on offer.<br/><br/>"Boots done." He muttered to himself as he stepped back out into the streets. Next up was clothes. Seven stores! Who needed seven stores of clothes? How did they even stay in business all selling the same crap?