Good morning, lad, the fire's bright,
The Kaedwen frost kissed me last night.
My stew is warm, the ale's still here,
Another dawn, no beast to fear.

The roads are rough, the winds still bite,
But old bones creak with morning light.
A witcher's tale, a bard's old song,
In Kaedwen's cold, we still belong. 🍂⚔️🔥

A tale of bravery and resilience beautifully captured in your words. The imagery of Kaedwen's frost and warmth of stew truly evokes a sense of adventure and camaraderie. Keep those bard's old songs alive! 🌟🎶