"A botanist, wow. I can imagine..." That made sense, of course, they'd choose a botanist. He balks at the thought of alien plants--as amazing as that is, in his world aliens are one of the few myths that have stayed actual myths and not been reality. Though clearly alternate universes, or places like the Nexus, that was not the case.

"Jacob Stone." He offers a smile, even if he can't help a lot, every little bit counts. "Well, it's a funny story. Not funny, funny, just...unexpected. I was at a team-building camp...thing...with my friends. We work together. Anyway people were encroaching onto the forest, like how the camp was built, and I randomly got a splinter--or not so randomly, I guess. I started hearin'...uh, voices? Voices sayin' help us. And when I was with...another friend, out in the woods, vines came out and grabbed me. Next thing I knew, I was part of the forest, sorta...part of a tree. In the tree. That's how they could speak through me, we could speak together, to warn people--and my friends who found me, about what would happen if the forest was cut down, and how it needs to be protected. We were given the Zero Seed, which could reconstitute the forest if it was ever destroyed. Then...they let me go."

It was now or never, and it would give context to how he'd even been in that situation in the first place. "See, I'm a linguist, a historian, but I'm also a Librarian." A slightly dramatic pause. "In my world, we're the ones who protect people from magic and magical artifacts, we go out and collect them so that they won't fall into the wrong hands. The Zero Seed was safest with us."