The Companions are a group of warriors who carry on the tradition of the Five Hundred Companions of Ysgramor. The most elite members are included in the Circle of Jorrvaskr, and are offered lycanthropy - a ‘blessing’ from the daedric prince Hircine. The chief councilor and arbitrator is known as the Harbinger, after Ysgramor, the “harbinger of us all” and the only real recognized leader of the Companions.
This one’s much prettier than mine.
☼beryn was ever the viper. Deadly, dangerous, unpredictable. No man dared tread on him.
“For three years in a row you’re working for six months of the year with the same cast and crew and producers. We flew into Rekjavic and we travelled for about 8 hours in a car down the southern coast of the island, so we were very much in a remote place. You do get incredibly tight.”
Don’t buy a girl flowers. Flowers die. Buy her a dragon.
Sansa slipped in among them, murmuring greetings as she worked her way toward the front. She recognized black-skinned Jalabhar Xho, gloomy Ser Aron Santagar, the Redwyne twins Horror and Slobber… only none of them seemed to recognize her. Or if they did, they shied away as if she had the grey plague. Sickly Lord Gyles covered his face at her approach and feigned a fit of coughing, and when funny drunken Ser Dontos started to hail her, Ser Balon Swann whispered in his ear and he turned away.
And so many others were missing. Where had the rest of them gone? Sansa wondered. Vainly, she searched for friendly faces. Not one of them would meet her eyes. It was as if she had become a ghost, dead before her time.