As he set off Arran kept up a very good pace. More of a fast walk than anything else he was making excellent time, hitting the halfway point well before the middle of the day. Most people gave a friendly wave as he passed though their village, though a couple of the men gave the girl an eyeing up that he could now recognize as something else.<br/><br/>A few hours later though and several things had started to take their tole. Arran wasn't used to long periods of activity with his new body and had overdone it. The boots that didn't fit well only made matters worse. Soon enough each step was a grueling challenge as his legs started to feel heavier and making it to the city before the gates closed would be questionable. Guards weren't too happy to let people in after dark, though it looked like their might be enough branches along the path to build something to sleep in if he wanted to. there was also the option of asking at one of the houses he was passing, though most would expect some sort of payment for their hospitality.