If anything, the big bustling form of the seamstress, even with he rdelicate, polite directions, was more intimidating than the armourer. It was probably the no-nonsense approach. Or maybe the fact that this was absolutely her world - a world than Arran didn't even have imaginings of to give him reference. Even the tailor from Three Streams had been more differential - less all business. Instead he followed instructions and kept his eyes staring off into the middle distance.<br/><br/>"Dark Green would be ... nice." He said because he had no idea what other opinion to give and didn't want to look stupid. Damnit. They probably knew he wasn't originally a girl. Wait... why is that bad?