Hag: Who dares to enter my domain?!

Paladin: It's me Nana. Can my friends and I stay here for the night?

H: Ah, you're the insolent heroes trapsing though my bog. Yes, yes. Come in.

P: No trying to eat anyone?

H: Depends on how tasty they smell, dear. I make no promises.
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Cleric: Your grandmother is a hag?

Paladin: Hey!

C: No, I mean... not like that. Literally.

P: Well she's not my biological grandmother. She just helped raise me.

C: Your parents were friends with a hag?

P: Well yeah, wolves tend to be friendly with magic users.

C: ...what?

P: Did I never tell you?

C: I guess I never asked. You just seemed so... civilized.

P: Wow, OK. Just going to leave that where you dropped it. Yes, my parents were wolves. My Nana is a hag. It takes a village, so they say.

C: A village of what? Zombies?

P: How did you know?

C: How did you...

P: Become a paladin? Easy, found out a company was encroaching on the bog. I dismantled their machines by hand, shaping my armor and weapons from their metal carcasses.

Hag: They were like a vengeful angel.

P: Took an otah to my forest family that day.

C: And that explains your... peculiar armor and that chainsaw "sword" you carry around?

H: I blessed the blade. Named it Wolf Song, in honor of their parents.

P: I'll pass it down to my children one day.

C: ...wolf... children?

P: Maybe. I quite like the druid.

H: Why did they not know this about you? Are you embarrassed of us?

P: No Nana, it's just a different world out there. Very few accepting people.

H: Much like your friend here?

C: Hey, I'm accepting!

H: Yet you knew nothing of their past. A truly accepting "friend" indeed.

C: Well I didn't want to be rude.

H: You think asking questions is rude?

C: No it's ju-

H: Ah, only when there are differences. Young child, differences are spice. They are to be relished, questioned, not ignored or suppressed. I suggest you be a bit more "rude" in the future.

P: Nana.

H: Yes, yes. I'll drop the lessons... for now. Old habits.

C: I'm... sorry?

H: Don't be. How could you know to question things when you've never been taught how?

C: Ok... umm. Is there food?

H: Much! But how much spice will you tolerate?

P: Nana!

H: Ancient habits

H: Bring in your other friends, all are welcome at my table. I only have soup tonight but can have a feast tomorrow.

P: Thanks Nana.

H: Dont mention it child. I'm happy to have visitors.

P: I missed you.

H: Yes, yes. Now, what's this about a druid you're fond of?

P: Oh Nana.

So glad you all annoyed this. Remember you're welcome to use anything I put up here in your game, all I ask is that you name an NPC in your world Snickelsox. #SoxStory