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It is both no where and every where, Kaer Morhen. Its roots steeped in blood, one would not believe if I said a family once lived in its walls. A family of a father and three sons. The first one is the most level headed and often soft spoken, the second is quite stubborn, but has a big heart, and the third although loud and often angry, loves his family. They all live by the coat of arms of the wolf. Every early spring they go their separate ways on the path and every early winter they return. These winters are filled with beer, meats, and stories of their adventures and deeds. Some time later the second son brings home a daughter. The daughter’s fiery personality lights up the otherwise dreary keep and the second son’s world.
Years have passed and the father has passed. The older and younger son had left, despite the second son’s protest. His daughter off to do better things. So he stays, fore there he always will be. Even as nature over takes the keep and his body, he will remain. When tales of the White Wolf are told around the fire only then does he decent from the forgotten keep.