Richard glanced down the length of the simple, brown robes.

Behind her, a door opened and a woman dressed in a long brown robe stepped through.

The left sleeve of his light brown robe was dark with blood.

Richard threw the dead brother's brown robes up over his head.

"Is your mother a small woman, rather dark, with some sort of brown robe?"

Now the curious began to gather round the old man in the brown robe.

Before him was an old man in ragged brown robes.

Five brown robes came around the corner at a dead run.

There's a picture on another wall of a man with a brown robe and birds sitting all over him.

She looked at the brown robe, then took it off the peg.