Snotlout had already reached in and drawn out a truly magnificent sword, the scabbard richly decorated with dragons, skulls and the waves of an angry sea.
" Reach up for that bastard sword and I'll have your bastard head off before it clears the scabbard, " said Mance. " I am fast losing patience with you, crow" .
" You have done good work, Master Mott, " Lord Tywin told the armorer. " My steward will see to your payment. And remember, rubies for the scabbards" .
Good. On the table between them, Lord Mormont laid a large sword in a black metal scabbard banded with silver. " Here. You'll be ready for this, then. "