"Mel!" he exclaimed when I opened the door. And he laughed. "Look at you! You're drowning in that kit." He turned his head to address Shevraeth. "Ain't anyone undersized among your people?" "Obviously not," I said tartly, and helped myself to the flagon that I saw on the bed. A swig of bristic did help somewhat. "Unless the sight of me is intended to provide some cheap amusement for the warriors." "Well, I won't come off much better," Bran said cheerily. "That I resent," the Marquis said with his customary drawl. "Seeing as it is my wardrobe that is gracing your frame." Branaric only laughed."