#shagwell

After the second time he fell from the saddle, they bound him tight to Brienne of Tarth and made them share a horse again. One day, instead of back to front, they bound them face-to-face. "The lovers," Shagwell sighed loudly, "and what a lovely sight they are. 'Twould be cruel to separate the good knight and his lady." Then he laughed that high shrill laugh of his, and said, "Ah, but which one is the knight and which one is the lady?" Jaimie IV - 413

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!

Brienne IV - Battle at Crackclaw Point 

"You mustn't hurt sweet Shagwell, I'm too droll to die"