The patriarch, a bearded man in silver robes, blew on his hands.

The two men in silver robes who had gone on ahead were waiting for them at the bottom.

Rachel felt alone and afraid when she saw him go through the door, his silver robes flying behind him.

She stood where she was, the silver robe shimmering around her in the sunlight.

She looked up the long silver robes to his face, far up in the air.

Across the room, staring from an open doorway, stood a Chinaman who wore a silver robe.

Shang Chou, in his silver robe, was the outstanding member of the lot.

Another was the silver robe that the Dragon Cult master wore.

Yes, the man in the silver robes who was talking to you earlier.

A man with flowing white hair and a silver robe drifted down the s'tair shaft.