Travellios glances up from the map and begins to relay his findings when the new gnome speaks up.
"The academy? Ah... yes you've made it to what's left of the acadamy indeed. But speak carefully, good gnome. There are those about who are prone to draw swords and make dark, unspoken threats until you've yeilded alpha-male dominancy over to them.
"As for your parents, they may either be back in yon village, " he turns to point a finger down the beach, "or taken to sea by marauding orcs," he thrusts the same finger behind him, "If you wish to research the former, simply continue on your way. If you wish to explore the latter, I'm afraid we stand aboard the last remaining vessel on the island and are soon to depart. Ah, but I see I am rambling again and am in no position to be yeilding any spots on board as I am but a guest myself. I would direct you to someone more qualified to make such a decision, but I know not who that person might be."