"Oh! What a good idea," Shen Luguang enthuses, a glint of genuine enthusiasm twinkling in his eyes before he hides it under effusiveness ditzery. Why yes Liu-xiong, please take him to the clothiers. Clothiers mean silk merchants, and silk merchants mean contacts, and contacts mean getting a letter to his brothers all the quicker!

"And I'm sure you'll feel much better, once we've gotten you properly dressed," he adds to Astarion, plucking curiously at his doublet. "This...jacket? Of yours is interesting, but it looks terribly warm. And a little beaten up." All those slashes in the top layer...what had the 'mindflayers' done, gone at him with knives?