Guards! Guards! Notes

Guards! Guards! Notes

Vimes looks over the notes that he made regarding the dragon. While Errol feasts on anything he can get his claws on.

In my mind, this is one of the first signs of Vimes’s transition from town drunk to, well, Vimes.

I like how the composition of this turned out, but at the same time, I think this would be on the top of my list of pictures to do over… I really screwed up Vimes’s crossed legs.