Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler

Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler

Finally, the first appearance of everybody’s favorite side character Claude Maximilian Overton Transpire Dibbler, known to all who know him as Cut-Me-Own-Throat. This is actually the second time I’ve drawn Dibbler. I snuck him into one of my Clash of Kings Illustrations. (Actually, I didn’t. That was actually a picture of Kings Landing native, May-The-Others-Take-Me Dickon. There are Dibblers everywhere.)

Seriously, though, that was the final version of Dibbler. That version is the worst businessman in the city, who is at best a scamp. You would fall for his scams mostly out of pity. The original version of Dibbler is a completely different animal, and that animal is a weasel. For the first ten books or so, he, and the suspiciously similar individuals you run into on the disk, are smarmy opportunists who will sell anything and use anybody.

So much as I like the current version, I needed to treat him as a completely different person.

Cut me own throat cmot Dibbler
Vimes looked into the grinning, cadaverous face of Cut-me-own-Throat Dibbler, purveyor of absolutely anything that could be sold hurriedly from an open suitcase in a busy street and was guaranteed to have fallen off the back of an ox cart.
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