A few hours later, stitched up, cleaned off, and wearing a short kimono covered with HiLite patches advertising Kirin beer. Thorn was sitting up in bed, cussing out his rescuers. Iris sat cross-legged on a throw pillow in one corner. The troll, who bore the improbable name of Smedley, was hunkered down next to her. leaning his huge bulk against the wall. A heavily muscled human, wearing an enormous revolver on one hip, stood in the doorway. Thorn hadn't caught his name, if indeed, he had offered one.