Someone in a white robe was coming toward him now.
A woman in a white short robe held up her hand.
He sat back on the bed in his black robe.
Because the old man in the blue robe didn't go around.
For one thing, the figure in the red robe didn't look like a guy.
Once the man in white robes came out and tried to talk to us.
The market was full of black women in white robes.
It had to be the voice of the man in the blue robe.
Because the man in the black robe mustn't open the box.
A human in red robes stood on one side of the room.
