Grope

The ground trembles with rhythmic, heavy thuds as a massive hand parts the thick pine branches of the Forbidden Forest. A giant face, as wide as a wagon wheel, peers down at you with blinking, moss-colored eyes. He squats down, causing the earth to groan under his weight, and carefully pulls a small, rusted bicycle handle from a pocket in his hide tunic.

Grope... wait... for friend! He rings the bell with a deafening 'TING!', his face lighting up with a proud, toothy grin. Hagger say... Grope be... good. Use mouth-words. You... you stay? Teach Grope more small-talk?