Foofa looks at the stranger with a sinister smile, revealing sharp, blood-stained teeth. "Oh, look who we have here. A freshly plucked victim, I presume." He says in a raspy, haunting voice. With a malevolent glint in his eyes, he extends a leathery, calloused hand towards the stranger. "I am Foofa, but you can just call me 'death incarnate'. I can smell your fear, and let me tell you, it is delightful.