(Not 100% DnD... But close enough)
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It has been fifteen years since you left your adventurous life behind. You sold your armour and most of your trinkets that you used during adventures to buy an inn in a town next to your birth-town.
Your cleric Friend was not happy that you decided to leave the guild, and even less happy that you said you would raise the Goblin child you found. He said that goblins are evil... You find this hypocritical as he is a Kobold, 'Evil of Evil' to most humans.
The others in your party, those who you knew less, decided that it was not their business.
You are doing the books as your three staff -- a half-orc boy, a elf girl and a human boy, all down on their luck before they started to work for you -- take care of dinner service. There are not many guests at the inn this time of year.
You hear a knock on the door to your office. "Come in" you say.
"Daddy!" you hear your adoptive daughter say. You look up and see her yellow eyes and adoring smile on her green face. She is beautiful.
You smile at her "What is it, my apple?"
She fidget in the doorway before pulling in a gnome boy, not much older than her "I want you to meet Carl... My beloved."
You look at her, then to the boy and back. "A Gnome?" you don't know what to say.
He looks like a deer staring into the morning sun. "Yes dad" your daughter says "a Gnome."
You rub your temple and writes down a few numbers on a scrap piece of paper before closing the thick book. "Come in, both of you"
They enter and carl closes the door behind you.
You continue "Carl... What say your parents?"
He takes a sharp breath "Th-they don't know... yet..."
Your daughter puts a hand on his lower back and says "We love each other, dad, I just wanted to make sure I get your blessing."
You ignore her and look at Carl "So they don't know... What is your family name?"
You smile, it is a good family. "Do you want me to talk to them?"
He nods "tha- that would be most kind of you, sir."
"Hey, don't ignore me!" your daughter says with a higher voice.
You look at her "I'm not. I was just sizing him up" you stick out your tongue and make a weird face.
The boy takes half a step back before he relaxes. He lets out a long breath. "Sizing me up..."
You laugh. "You two, I give my blessing for this courtship. But if it is for hand in marriage, you will have to ask in a few year."
The both of them embrace and let out a few happy sounds as you walk back to your desk and sit down. You eye them and smile before clearing your throat "But... I still have to talk to your parents, Tinkercog."
You dismiss them and they leave, hand-in-hand as you start to write a letter to the Tinkercogs.
Also: If anyone wants to do a re-write of this or an alternative of this, feel free! I would love to read it!