Ask Bray for some clothes

"Say, you wouldn't happen to have any clothes on you, would you?" asks Duncan.

"Clothes? Why do you ask?"

Duncan looked down at himself, self-consciously. He had been standing there, awkwardly, with his hands crossed over his crotch, trying to preserve what little modesty he can. He looks back up at Bray and answers his question. "Um... because I'm naked?"

Bray looks at Duncan and laughs in a horsey-sort of way. "So you are! And in case you haven't noticed, so am I."

"Yes, but you're a centaur," Duncan replied, stating the obvious. "It's all well enough for you to go around like that, but I can't exactly walk around naked, can I?"

Bray shrugged. "I don't see why not. It's not like you're exactly packing anything worth hiding." Seeing from Duncan's expression that he touched on a raw nerve, he held up both hands and said, "Hey, I'm not judging or anything. I'm sure that in human terms your anatomy is just fine, but you have to admit that compared to a centaur's schlong, you really don't have much to cover up."

Bray reaches into the saddle bag and retrieves a throw blanket and tosses it to Duncan. He wraps it around his waist, and when he is done, it covers his private parts, but only extends mid-way down his thighs, leaving him feeling more exposed than he would like. He is, nevertheless, grateful for the covering and expresses his thanks.

"Don't mention it," says Bray. "And I really don't mean to cast aspersions on your manhood."

"It's alright," says Duncan, glumly. "It's just that I had to put up with never-ending insults about that from this Felichon I was hanging out with, and to hear it from you too just struck a nerve."

"A Felichon?" asks Bray, excitedly. "Oh, I love those things! Where is it?"

Duncan tells Bray the story about finding Felixia and leaving the Palace. He tries to leave out the embarrassing pieces, but he can't escape sharing about being changed into a girl, the horrifying experience with the flesh-eaters, and the near-****-experience with Madam Banntrach.

"That's quite an adventure," says Bray. "You may not have it between the legs, but you certainly have me beat in terms of living an exciting life."

Eager to get the conversation moving away from the size of his penis, Duncan asks, "Why are you out here, instead of with your family?"

Bray looks around, considering his answer. "It's a bit of a long story," he says. "We might want to wait until we get out of here. No telling whether there are more wolves around."