The man gave Arran a look of disbelief before leaning back and laughing incredibly loudly. He slammed one hand on the table to keep himself in his seat before wiping a tear from his eye, "That's a good one girl. Poor thing wearing clothes loose enough she looks like a boy is going to be a great mage. Haha, come over here and let me get that thing fitted on you. I'll even throw in an undershirt."<br/><br/>Though before the mage could move he stood up and walked over to him. The owner dropped his voice to a whisper and laid a hand on Arran's shoulder, "Let me warn you though. If you really want to become an adventurer the only thing you have to look forward to is pain. You be beaten, burned, raped, and if by some miracle you don't wind up in a grave you might just make enough money to open up your own business. That life is the world's ultimate gamble."