Some more crusaders. Unlike the first lot these are probably nobby types. You certainly wouldn't be able to get around with a beach blonde bowl cut and a black moustache like the chap on the bottom left if you didn't have the full weight of nobility behind you.
Now for the chaps on the other side. I'm guessing this was fun as well, you got to meet some weird European fellas, marvel at their lack of personal higyene and throw boiling cauldrons of oil at them from the top of your siege wall.
The crusades were awesome. You got to go from horrible, wet Northern Europe to a nice sunny place, on a horse, wearing armour and carrying a sword. Here are a few crusaders, the lady looks very cross.
I went to a meeting in New York a little while ago, in one of those posh old hotels where posh old people live full time. At lunchtime they all came down and seemed to have a grand old time, cocktails, salads with anchovies on top and all that. It was like the Galapagos Island of cool old people.
I spend an awful lot of time at work drawing, mainly when I should be paying attention to something else. I usually throw everything away with my notepads, so I thought that sharing it with a largely inexistent (and in weeks to come, I'm sure, unimpressed) audience would be a good way to save some of the stuff.
