Sirian appeared gaunt from his stay in the dungeon but otherwise clean and well-dressed.
Dean brushed off a white cloud of flour and greeted a well-dressed, good-looking man in his late forties standing in the hall.
He was clean and well-dressed for the first time, his tailored clothing enhancing his muscular, lean build.
A well-dressed noblewoman knelt beside her still form.
He was well-dressed and perfectly presented, not the kind to dine at what she envisioned a taco shack to be.