Town Crier tells you, "A wee young girl recently breathed a soft whisper in my ear of a new island discovered to the east. Now, how could such a slip of a thing have come by such intriguing information? And further, how did I become the purveyor of every rumor and tale bandied about by the merest inhabitants of our fair land, content to be reimbursed only by the occassional paltry coin and tarnished treasure? How indeed? Alas! The psychological perambulations of my vocational existence slow the imagination, my friend."