I've just recently come across an interesting encounter in the jungle...
A young gentleman with an unfortunate comb-over and leather patches on his tweed jacket crouches next to a corpse on the path ahead of you. The corpse is quite old, and one you recognize distantly as one of your own kills. Catching sight of a battered zimmer frame half-buried in the bushes, you draw nearer as the gentleman sobs. He gently shakes the corpse.
"Gran, it's me. Gran, it's Albert..." When she doesn't reply, he stands, wiping tears from his eyes. "I swear, Gran, I'll get whoever did this to you!"
He turns around and spots you, clutching your weapon before you. You wave sheepishly, wiggling your fingers.
He charges at you, tears in his eyes, screaming a battle cry.
Which Albert would this be, might I inquire, for those privy to this knowledge?