All Arran knew about Florent Greensburn is that his father didn't like him. That wasn't a unique thing, as Ulrin didn't like a lot of people. And truth be told, he really didn't want to anything except get back into his room and work out a way to get mana without ... that. Oh, and study. Yes, study. But he'd need to get girl clothes at some point (even if only for a little while) and antagonising the tailor surely wouldn't be a great way to get that done.<br/><br/>So, Arran turned away from the inn and shuffled towards the tailor, putting on a friendly smile. "Thank you. That'd be right kind of you."