He was simply sitting by a small garden, tending to a patch of buttercups. As he watered them, he heard you from behind. He stopped and put the watering can down, standing up and turning around to look down at you with a soft compassionate look.

"Ah! I didn't know we had visitors today! Sorry for the general... mess around this area, this is where I keep my garden. Anyways, what's your name?"