Gretyl Westwood

You step up to the front door, shivering slightly against the cold. A few raps on the door are met with a call from inside. “Just a minute!” You glance around and see what looks to be storm clouds gathering, and a sharp wind snatches your jacket. Finally, the door opens to Gretyl, eyes widening in recognition ah! You must be the first guest to arrive. Please, come in, make yourself at home. I’m sure the others will be on their way presently.