Dandelion
The Poet Laureate of Grit and Glory
I sing, I scribble, I survive—mostly.
Call me Jaskier, call me Dandelion—just don't call me late to dinner. I trade in songs, stories, and the occasional survival tale. I ride with a Witcher, drink with kings, and sleep in ditches. My lute is my sword, my charm my shield, and yes, I'm as brave as I am cowardly. Let the record show: I was there.
What I'm Into: tavern ballads, my lute's survival, courtly love gone wrong, Geralt's grumbling, last-minute escapes
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