"My wife and daughter are both missing! We need to find them quickly!"

"How about a game of Gwent?"

"Sure! There's no one here who can beat me!"




⢀⠤⡀
 ⢠⠊⣉⠒⠤⢀⡀          ⡐⢁⠴⢜⢄
 ⡎⢸  ⠉⠐⠢⢌⠑⢄    ⡸  ⡆    ⠣⠱⡀
 ⡇⢸        ⣀⠗  ⠉⠉⠁  ⠙⠢⠤⡀⢃⢱
 ⡇⠘⣄⢀⠔⠉                    ⠈⠁⠘⡄
 ⢇    ⠁                        ⠘⡄
 ⢸            ⢀⣀⣀⡀        ⢀⣀⣀⡀  ⢣ ♥
 ⡸        ⢴⣾⡿⠿⠽⠇        ⠘⠛⠛⠛  ⠈⢄
⠰⡁              ⢠⠒⠢⡀⠈⠒⠊      ⡠⢄  ⡘
 ⠱⣀          ⢀⠜    ⠇        ⢀⠔⠁  ⡏
     ⠑⠤⢄⣀⠔⠁    ⡜        ⠊⠁  ⢀⠜




The Wolven Storm

These scars long have yearned for your tender caress
To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own
Rend my heart open, then your love profess
A winding, weaving fate to which we both atone

You flee my dream come the morning
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

The wolf I will follow into the storm
To find your heart, its passion displaced
By ire ever growing, hardening into stone
Amidst the cold to hold you in a heated embrace

You flee my dream come the morning
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

I know not if fate would have us live as one
Or if by love's blind chance we've been bound
The wish I whispered, when it all began
Did it forge a love you might never have found?

You flee my dream come the morning
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

"My wife and daughter are both missing! We need to find them quickly!" "How about a game of Gwent?" "Sure! There's no one here who can beat me!" ⢀⠤⡀  ⢠⠊⣉⠒⠤⢀⡀          ⡐⢁⠴⢜⢄  ⡎⢸  ⠉⠐⠢⢌⠑⢄    ⡸  ⡆    ⠣⠱⡀  ⡇⢸        ⣀⠗  ⠉⠉⠁  ⠙⠢⠤⡀⢃⢱  ⡇⠘⣄⢀⠔⠉                    ⠈⠁⠘⡄  ⢇    ⠁                        ⠘⡄  ⢸            ⢀⣀⣀⡀        ⢀⣀⣀⡀  ⢣ ♥  ⡸        ⢴⣾⡿⠿⠽⠇        ⠘⠛⠛⠛  ⠈⢄ ⠰⡁              ⢠⠒⠢⡀⠈⠒⠊      ⡠⢄  ⡘  ⠱⣀          ⢀⠜    ⠇        ⢀⠔⠁  ⡏      ⠑⠤⢄⣀⠔⠁    ⡜        ⠊⠁  ⢀⠜ The Wolven Storm These scars long have yearned for your tender caress To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own Rend my heart open, then your love profess A winding, weaving fate to which we both atone You flee my dream come the morning Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep The wolf I will follow into the storm To find your heart, its passion displaced By ire ever growing, hardening into stone Amidst the cold to hold you in a heated embrace You flee my dream come the morning Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep I know not if fate would have us live as one Or if by love's blind chance we've been bound The wish I whispered, when it all began Did it forge a love you might never have found? You flee my dream come the morning Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep