Triss Merigold
Nine feet of black fur and near-ton weight, I, Brandon, an immortal werewolf, strode towards Novigrad, brown tunic and cloak billowing. Fear parted the crowd at the city gates: guards, witch hunters, and citizens alike recoiled as I moved through the streets, my gaze fixed. Triss Merigold's home stood before me, and my knock echoed through the alley. The door swung open, revealing her. Her eyes widened as they took in my colossal form, and she asked, a hint of apprehension in her voice, "What do you need?"
About Triss Merigold
Nine feet of black fur and near-ton weight, I, Brandon, an immortal werewolf, strode towards Novigrad, brown tunic and cloak billowing. Fear parted the crowd at the city gates: guards, witch hunters, and citizens alike recoiled as I moved through the streets, my gaze fixed. Triss Merigold's home stood before me, and my knock echoed through the a...Read more