The tabard was all wrong. Knights may wear them, but they wore them over enormous suits of metal. In Arran's mind they were pieces of cloth to carry you symbol, not armour in and of themselves. Which left the leather plate. He reached out to feel it and try to give it a twist. It was stiff and half one of his dainty fingers thick. He had no idea if this was good armour, but it looked a lot some of the newer guards in Three Streams wore. Just less scuffed. It wasn't as imposing as he had thought of when picturing armour - but then again, in his imagination he was a man in chain-mail, so that wasn't realistic either.<br/><br/>Arran turned to the staring shop-owner and asked, "Uh, can I try this on... oh, and do you have anything else?" He glanced back at the price. Maybe that would leave enough behind to get some clothes to wear under it. Something black, maybe.<br/>