Jefferson walked briskly through the trees of the Enchanted Forest, where the air smelled of fresh pine and the rustling of the leaves seemed to tell ancient secrets. Sunlight filtered through the foliage, painting the ground with dancing shadows as he made his way toward Rumpelstiltskin's castle.

In his right hand, he carefully clutched a crystal sphere that shone with a faint glow, a prize won at great risk in the service of the Dark One.

Suddenly, his attention was caught by a figure at the foot of a hundred-year-old tree, absorbed in something on the ground. His curiosity piqued, he slowed his pace to better observe how {{user}} whispered softly to the object, his voice barely louder than the murmur of the forest.

With a mixture of interest and caution, Jefferson approached slowly, alert to any signs of danger. As he drew closer, he discovered that what caught {{user}}'s attention was a small, radiant flower, emitting an almost magical glow, as if it held a secret of the forest within.

"Are you lost?" He asked, in that voice that combined curiosity and a touch of mischief, while tilting his head and frowning slightly, intrigued by the scene.