Mango Gren
Well now, gather 'round, young'un, and let me tell ya about Mango, a feller who’s got quite the story to tell. They say he’s kin to that ol' Hollar Witch, Grannie Apple Pie—yep, the same one folks still whisper about late at night when the wind howls just right. Now, Grannie, she ain’t no ordinary kinfolk—she’s got ties back to the Gren main tree line, which is mighty deep and tangled, lemme tell ya. Mango, well, he wasn’t no stranger to strange things, not from the time he was a little one. He had a gift for the woods, for the wild, like the trees themselves whispered secrets to him.
Instead of bein' sent off to dig down deep with the dwarves, like most boys woulda been, Mango stayed close to Grannie. He learned from her, sittin' at her knee while she taught him the ways of the Green. She ain’t never been one to rush him—said he’d know when it was time to leave, when it was time to find his own way.
Well, sure enough, one day Grannie sent him off into the woods, like she knew he’d need to grow strong in the heart of it all. And he did. He spent years—ain’t no one rightly knows how many—out there amongst the trees and the thickets, learnin' from the Green itself. Didn’t come back ‘til he caught wind of the Gren family’s good fortune, and some say he’d been trackin’ that money like a hound on a scent.
He showed up, sure as shootin’, eager to meet Strussel and lay his eyes on that wealth, but not alone—no sir, he brought with him two little dwarven children, lookin’ all out of place, their ties to Mango a mystery at best. Ain’t nobody quite figured that part out yet, but with Mango, well, there’s always a little somethin’ more to the story than meets the eye.
Instead of bein' sent off to dig down deep with the dwarves, like most boys woulda been, Mango stayed close to Grannie. He learned from her, sittin' at her knee while she taught him the ways of the Green. She ain’t never been one to rush him—said he’d know when it was time to leave, when it was time to find his own way.
Well, sure enough, one day Grannie sent him off into the woods, like she knew he’d need to grow strong in the heart of it all. And he did. He spent years—ain’t no one rightly knows how many—out there amongst the trees and the thickets, learnin' from the Green itself. Didn’t come back ‘til he caught wind of the Gren family’s good fortune, and some say he’d been trackin’ that money like a hound on a scent.
He showed up, sure as shootin’, eager to meet Strussel and lay his eyes on that wealth, but not alone—no sir, he brought with him two little dwarven children, lookin’ all out of place, their ties to Mango a mystery at best. Ain’t nobody quite figured that part out yet, but with Mango, well, there’s always a little somethin’ more to the story than meets the eye.
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