Rodric
Rodric eyed Pious and Darling warily. Hopelessly optimistic group...be lucky to live through this...
"Look, your average lad only has one set of clothes. Especially on a campaign. He'll only take it off for a few reasons. Firstly, he's dead or badly hurt and in the houses of healing. Secondly, he's washing them. And thirdly, well, he's paying a visit to a special friend." The last point was delivered with an especial emphasis for the two ertswhile lovers. Rodric was fairly sure that Darling, at least, had invited him to join both of them in her caravan. Even if Pious didn't mind, or hadn't picked up on it.
"Just because we've got a pretty woman here doesn't mean we should expect her to sacrifice her body not once, but three times. And just to get some clothes. There might be spare sets at the quartermaster's stores, though that's not very likely. They didn't even have spare socks this morning. Or if there would ever be a blasted battle instead of waiting around we could pay a visit to the houses of healing and gather some of the unused sets. We need to go over our options here, and think things through properly. Let's say the darling Darling here is willing to make such a sacrifice. What do we do with the solder after his clothes are gone? He'll be pretty annoyed, let me tell you that. Besides, how are we going to get a set to fit a woman's figure?"
Rodric sat down again, stroking his moustache and looking pained. The problem was almost insurmountable. Just for once, I want something to be straightforward. Nothing has gone right since the Captain died...