Jason Connor
It would seem inquiring after a woman living out here was the right thing to do as the Pumpkaboo got excited and zoomed away, or started to before it turned to check and see if Jason was following. Blowing the pebble out of his nose, the aspiring champion was now faced with a choice. On the one hand, he was as prepared as he could be and had already done a bit of exploring here earlier. Everything was prone to violence and, on a lesser degree also looked super hungry too. The encounter with the Scyther always came to the forefront of Jason's mind when he came back here, but this whole endeavor was worth the risk to him. That said, there were stories all across the world of Ghost type Pokémon leading trainers and passerby astray and them never being heard from again. However, as the little pumpkin ghost sat and looked at him, his instincts didn't sense any kind of genuine deception and they weren't screaming at him to move away, and so he decides to follow the Pokémon to where it wanted to take him.
The trek was long, he thought, though it was hard to tell for sure, because the sun was essentially nonexistent under the boughs of the trees around him. And the exact path he'd followed to get this deep was unclear as well, as the only real landmark or indicator he was going in a specific direction was the Pumpkaboo itself, which, to the Pokémon's credit, would stop and make sure Jason was still following along the unseen path. Eventually, however, the Ghost type lead him to a clearing with a well kept and managed cabin in a clearing, where even more of the little Pumpkin Ghosts floated peacefully. Whistling, Jason was impressed by what he saw and, also, a bit concerned that the person he was looking for may have not wanted to be bothered. Stop that, she's the only one with any idea of what you need, so you're going to talk to her. Plus, as he approached the door to the cabin carefully, he might be able to snag one of these Pumpkaboo if they were feeling so inclined afterwards, but for now, he would just focus on what he'd say. He also couldn't help by look around at the clearing and how, compared to the rest of the Starbor Deepwoods, it seemed so peaceful and quiet, with the Pumpkaboo all just enjoying their lives.
Wonder what it took for it to be this maintained... He had seen the state of the rest of the deepwoods, the Ariados and Spinarak webbing, the Scyther and their intent to fucking murder anything that wasn't a Pokémon like the rest of the forests' inhabitants, and this was nothing like it. In fact, it was almost...idyllic. As he walked up the steps to the front door, Jason made a mental note to ask about it at some point before he knocked and prepared for whoever answered the door to be less than happy with him.