One of my favourite characters to play was an elderly widow who followed the party because they looked like they needed someone to look after them. She knitted non-stop as they travelled, bundling the completed knit into large bags on her back. When they were attacked on the road, she unclasped the bags, letting the knitting fall to the ground. The knitted wool stirred, and then took the form of her deceased husband and son who fought on her behalf. She was a reskinned Necromancer, and the wool-golems were reskinned zombies or skeletons. She knitted throughout the campaign, creating more summons, including a green wool owl familiar that draped around her neck like a scarf.

Little did Granny know that a component of her home-made potion is both delicious and addictive.