Nicholas and his black-masked companions waited with feet planted apart as the dungeon master fumbled for his key ring.

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block.

With this brain I must work, in order to give significancy and value to the few facts which I possess.

There was a neat hat-and-umbrella stand, and the stranger's weary feet fell soft on a good, serviceable dark-red drugget, which matched in colour the flock-paper on the walls.