"I'm apprenticed, so I should be fine." Arran murmered in response. "Thanks for the help. I appreciate it. And I hope I will be able to come back for more later." He didn't, but there was no need to spit on a man's charity. Arran bowed - an action that made him uncomfortably aware of the two globes hanging on his chest - and then retreated from the Florent's shop with the book pressed to his chest. Even if he still cut a strange figure, with a loose oversize tunic over baggy breeches, the fact that the pants actually fit was a great improvement.<br/><br/>For a second time, Arran tried to slip into the inn, hoping that the owner, Ewane, was busy elsewhere, and wouldn't notice someone who didn't look like this morning's Arran sneaking up to his room.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Stealth roll - 4 dice, no successes. So if he's looking, he's spotting.