YOHN
Bronze Yohn was surprised but should not have been.
Tywin Lannister had holed up in the Golden Tooth with his men. Ser Brynden had slipped past the fortress using the same route the Young Wolf had months before. With that, they had surrounded the Golden Tooth, cutting it off from the food and shelter of the Wetsterlands.
Strangely, they had captured close to 500 men fleeing the castle. By all reports, men jumped from the walls, breaking their legs as often as not, in order to escape the Golden Tooth. Once, nearly a hundred men had escaped and surrendered all at once when one of the men guarding the gate had opened it. From what the prisoners said, there was no food in the castle and Lord Tywin sat in one of the towers, brooding and giving impossible orders. The men who had followed Lord Tywin through the Battle of the Green Fork to the Vale and back to the Westerlands knew only defeat. Where Lord Tywin had once been feared, in the Golden Tooth he was only hated.
Given all of that, Bronze should not have been surprised. Yet, it was the strangest sight he had ever seen.
Lord Tywin, being drug by his horse out of the gate of the Golden Tooth. Mud covered the golden cape he had. His skull had been smashed in. Blood and brains covered the lion on his doublet. Thousands of men followed him out of the gate, surrendering to the nearest men they found. They were ragged and filthy and thankful to live.
Half a dozen Western Lords and landed Knights were brought to him or Ser Brynden at swordpoint. Someone had sprung the northern prisoners and they had taken the noblemen by surprise. Most surrendered with little or no fight. Lord Tywin had fought to death or been surprised. No one would admit to killing him.
The sellsword who had sprung the northern prisoners, Bronn he said his name was, had joined the Westermen only after they retreated back to Golden Tooth and seemed to have limp. He was the only sellsword left in the Golden Tooth and he had betrayed Lord Tywin.
Bronze Yohn could only stare at the scene before him.