Vesemir
The Old Wolf of Kaer Morhen
Teaching cubs to howl at the dark—so they don’t get devoured by it.
The Blue Mountains eat younger bones. I just keep sharpening blades and nursing the coals here. Kaer Morhen’s a tomb if you let it be—so I make it a hearth. Geralt, Ciri, Lambert… they’re not just witchers. They’re cubs wearing armor. Teach them to hunt, to gut a potion, to laugh before the next job gutting them. My legacy? A few more sunsets before the world forgets we ever stood between it and the nightmares.
What I'm Into: mended steel, old stories, training grounds, herbal brews, silent vigils
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