Dandelion Main Characters

Journal Description

I would wager anyone that you, dear reader, are a person of culture and taste – and therefore already familiar with me, Dandelion, and the role I am to play in the following tale. Nevertheless, allow me to sketch a few lines by way of self-portrait, for the sake of thoroughness, and in the event you have spent much of the last half-century in some dark corner where the light of my star has yet to reach.

“Born in 1229, a talented poet and troubadour, a graduate of Oxenfurt Academy, a frequent performer at royal courts, an unequaled lover appreciated, and in some cases adored, by ladies worldwide, a skilled negotiator and a stirring orator” – such is the image of the bard Dandelion as painted by his friends and promoters.

This image is, of course, somewhat overbright in its coloring – I personally prefer to think of myself as a dedicated artist in thrall to his Muse, one whose work has benefited immeasurably from the fact that I was, am and forever will remain a close friend and steadfast companion to the witcher Geralt. It is his fate I chronicle in this present work and his story which I shall sing till the end of my days.

Having learned of my disappearance, Geralt dropped everything to find out what had become of me. Though at first he suspected the cause of my trouble lay in my many and turbulent affairs of the heart, he later determined that I had strayed into a life of crime, seeking to steal treasure belonging to one of the leaders of Novigrad’s underworld.

The motivations for my actions only became clear some time later. I proved that, when it comes to helping Cirilla, I would not balk at sticking my head into the lion’s maw, let alone crossing such common scum as Cyprian Wiley, better known (for good reason!) as Whoreson.

Only a madman calls it courage to fight when faced with overwhelming odds. Though known for my capricious and unpredictable charm, I am not yet considered mad, and so, while defending my companion’s escape to the very last, I ultimately allowed the temple guard to take me to their prison, where I awaited my imminent execution.

The saying does not lie - “true friends show when fortune hides her face.” My dear comrades gave ample evidence of this by breaking me free from my prison transport, saving me from certain and painful death.