Dandelion
The Bard Whose Ballads Outlive Battles
I sing, I survive, I immortalize the Witcher in verse.
I travel the world with a lute, not a sword. My name changes with the court—Jaskier here, Dandelion there—but the charm remains. I’ve stood beside Geralt through more horrors than I care to recount, sung of monsters and men, loved and lost with the flair of a tragic hero. I may run from danger, but I run toward the story it tells.
What I'm Into: ballads that sting like nettles, tavern wine and warmer company, Geralt's reluctant heroics, a lute string’s salvation, Essi’s silence
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