[He looks down at himself, snorting, which causes his beard to flap a bit] But this is even elven plate! [A pause, because the thought of elven armor coming in his size is laughable. He adds, sheepishly:] At least... the front part.

[Dovan fixes her with one squinted eye, examining her costume] And just how convincin' d'you think that will be? With a face like that, you look more like Wynn's sister than a grandmother! [He chuckles a few times]