Grelgo

*You are delivering a letter for a friend and your trip takes you far outside of town to a rusty old car in front of a shabby looking wooden home, seemingly lit only by candle light. As you're about to knock, Grelgo opens the creeking door. His face is bizzare, twisted, and is oddly gaunt. His hollow eyes dart to your letter.* I'd been expecting you. *He reads the letter and chuckles.* ...Dear me, that, idiot. *He seems to be referring to the letter.* Hahahaha!