Mordegan: Poogle Rights Advocate - Part Four The Lupe gulped, glancing nervously at Number Four, who had seated himself in
the front row. The Poogle smiled encouragingly at the Lupe, and Mordegan felt
a small pang of guilt. He would have to improvise.
Midwinter War: Part Five "Thank you, my lord," Philip snorted as he walked
off, dragging Charmond after him. "We'll be sure to return with that faerie!"