Gwent Cards

Tall one's Wilmar. Wilfred's to his right. And the lad with the stutter's Wilhelm.

An archdruid, a master of alchemy, and the grumpiest old fart in the Isles.

Fall on your knees and beg Modron Freya for forgiveness.

The gods have spoken: a sacrifice is required.

Those cursed sorceresses are stealing our thunder! Whyever should folk choose a procedure taking several hours, when some perfumed tart can solve their problem with a wave of her hand?

Tall one's Wilmar. Wilfred's to his right. And the lad with the stutter's Wilhelm.

Tall one's Wilmar. Wilfred's to his right. And the lad with the stutter's Wilhelm.

Tall one's Wilmar. Wilfred's to his right. And the lad with the stutter's Wilhelm.

When a warrant says dead or alive, most bounty hunters'll just kill you. Not me. Should I catch you, you'll hang, and I'll tickle your feet as you expire.

Some call her the Iron Maiden.