Dandelion

The world needs heroes to protect the innocent from evil just as heroes need bards to ensure that their names are remembered, to sing ballads about their heroic exploits and noble, albeit dopey demises. Though roadside taverns are full of home-grown buskers who call themselves minstrels, only a few actually matter, and Dandelion is arguably chief among them.

Calling him the greatest artist among lovers hardly does him justice; calling him the greatest lover among artists, well… dozens of seduced women can’t be wrong. Dandelion has been travelling with Geralt for ages, and though it’s impossible to say how it all began, it’s hard to imagine them going their separate ways. Dandelion has a foul tongue, a jester’s sense of tact, and an ego the size of a small kingdom. These are the traits that would lead the two companions to the scaffold were it not for the swiftness of the witcher’s sword. Such is the price of friendship…