"Unless I am mistaken, this place is just called the dock. Were there more than one dock in the area, perhaps people would think twice about giving it such a general name," Ishiah muses, glancing over the man more carefully, and specifically to the piece of paper that he holds in his hands. It looks like a map, somewhat crudely drawn, and even if Ishiah was pretty sure that he knew everyone's face on the island by this point and thus was capable of recognizing new people at a glance, the map only solidified the assumption. This young man was new. And Ishiah doesn't envy that. He wonders if the stranger will sit, and readies himself to answer any other questions that might come the peri's way.

"I believe that if you ask the Island Council, they should be able to produce a map of sorts for you, if that would be easier than wandering about on your own," he adds. "Adventuring is more often worthwhile than not, but there are certain regions of the island that are crucial to avoid unless fully prepared."