The man dipped his head in dutiful if chilly respect.
The old man dipped his nose and took a first careful sip.
The sigil on his banner looked like a man dipped in blood.
The first man as he entered dipped his hands in the water.
The older man dipped his head in a gesture of acceptance.
The man dipped his head low in acknowledgment of this courtesy.
The men raise a foot each but do not dip it into the bloody bowl.
Another young man with a small bowl dipped and brought it half full.
This time the old man dipped his own lights, and that was how I knew he was still alive.
The holy man dipped into the red basket again and painted a second line over the next mark.
