Arran tried to pay attention to people around him - keeping an eye out for anyone who looked...plaguey. But Highfax could have been nearly empty because of the plague for all he knew, but it still was more people than Arran was used to, and more than he could really follow. So, careful to not look plaguey himself (oh gods, that skeleton better not have the plague), the apprentice headed up to road towards the tailors and tanner.<br/><br/>As he approached them, one of his loose boots slid on a loose stone and he almost twisted his ankle - only just recovering in time. Boots. That fit. Then clothes.<br/><br/><br/><br/>