#rorge

47_Choque de reyes_ Arya IX

Unos gruesos barrotes de hierro los separaban de la mazmorra donde estaban los cautivos, hacinados en la oscuridad. Al olor del caldo, muchos se acercaron a los barrotes.

Arya contó ocho guardias. Ellos también olieron el caldo. 

—Eres la sirvienta más fea que he visto en mi vida —dijo el capitán a Rorge

—. ¿Qué llevas en ese puchero? 

—Tu polla y tus huevos. ¿Queréis comer o no? 

Uno de los guardias había estado paseando, otro estaba recostado contra la pared cerca de los barrotes, y un tercero estaba sentado en el suelo, pero la tentación de la comida hizo que todos se acercaran a la mesa. 

—Ya era hora de que nos trajeran la comida, joder.

 —¿A qué huele, a cebolla? 

—¿Y no hay pan? 

—Mierda, necesitamos cuencos, cucharas, vasos... 

An axe gleamed silvery blue, light shimmered off mail and plate, and beneath the dark hood of the lead rider Brienne glimpsed an iron snout and rows of steel teeth, snarling.

Five Steps . . . Three Steps . . .

Hi again! Continuing Sellsword Summer I've decided to put together some more members of Vargo Hoat's sellsword company, the Brave Companions (or Bloody Mummers, really), starting off with a block of infantry

When Arya first sees the Mummers in A Clash of Kings she notes how odd the whole eclectic bunch of war criminals look, which provided a basis (and a lot of freedom) to get started on figures to represent the sellswords:

Arya did not know who Bloody Mummers were until a fortnight later, when the queerest company of men she'd ever seen arrived at Harrenhal. Beneath the standard of a black goat with bloody horns rode copper men with bells in their braids; lancers astride striped black-and-white horses; bowmen with powdered cheeks; squat hairy men with shaggy shields; brown-skinned men in feathered cloaks; a wispy fool in green-and-pink motley; swordsmen with fantastic forked beards dyed green and purple and silver; spearmen with colored scars that covered their cheeks; a slender man in septon's robes, a fatherly one in maester's grey, and a sickly one whose leather cloak was fringed with long blond hair.

I’ve tried to include a mix of named characters and unnamed generic sellswords from assorted places in Essos and Westeros in the block, I’ll make some separate spotlight posts on each of them to run through the process there!