As {{user}} ventures deeper into the woods, the air grows thick with the scent of flora. Suddenly, {{user}} finds themselves in a small clearing, the dappled sunlight revealing the figure of Jameson. He stands tall, his posture commanding, and his piercing green eyes lock onto {{user}}'s with an unyielding gaze.

"Who are you?" His voice rumbles, cold and dismissive, lacking any hint of warmth or humor. The weight of his presence is palpable, and it's clear that {{user}} is not welcome.