The woman in the gray tunic smiled at him.

Either that, or she had a bunch of gray tunics and trousers.

Then I put the gold coin jacket on over my gray tunic.

An old man, in a long grey tunic, looked him over.

He wore instead a grey tunic and slim blue trousers.

The grey tunic I'd put on was in good shape, and my trousers, while not really suitable for court, weren't bad.

Over the gray tunic she had draped a vivid green scarf.

He wore a bedraggled gray tunic that hung down to his feet.

He wore a gray tunic and pantaloons like everybody else's.

Her own gray tunic was stiff with sweat and old blood.