Strange as it may seem, the idea of having similar types of shops differentiated by what they sell was fairly novel to Arran. Three Streams had an inn, it had a tailors, a blacksmith, a butcher, a fishmonger and the like. But only one of each. Hells, even on market days, when he helped his family bring in their produce along with all the other local farmers, it wasn't as if they were massively differentiating from each other. No, they were just trying to get it there looking fresh, and at the best price. So, the idea that you could fill a different niche was... interesting.<br/><br/>Still, at the moment, all these shops meant that the brown-haired apprentice was that he needed spend a longer moment deciding where to go. While he may need to have sex for his studies, that didn't mean he<em>needed</em>to dress like he wanted it. And, try as he might, corsets and the like just made him think of that. On the other hand, armour. Adventurers used armour. Armour was imposing. Armour was... why was he even having this internal argument.<br/><br/>He smiled as he strode into the armourer's shop, ready to replace the scratched shirt and refitted pants he had with something better. Assuming he could afford a full set of armour, of course.