That explained it. If the Princess' land wasn't near the sea, and it wasn't the interior of his own, he wasn't surprised he'd never heard of it. Hunter and Saint were the ones that knew the land.

"I come from the northern Isles of Scotland. Spoon Island, t'be precise." He bowed again, then looked up with a twinkling smile in his eyes. "Erik MacSorley, at yer service."