Blade was sitting in an armchair by the empty bed.

Blade sat back down again, a great sense of relief welling up in him.

Then Blade would sit down and write out his report of the day's events.

Blade sat on the floor of the foyer and swore.

Blade sat down cross-legged on the ground, considering what he'd learned and making his plans for tomorrow.

Blade sat with them, heard their tales, and slowly learned what lay beyond the pass.

Blade sat by the bed until Sarylla came and led him away for a drink.

For a few moments Blade sat there, drumming his fingers on the table.

Blade sat down and poured himself a cup of wine.

Blade sat in thought for some minutes before he used the knife.