The island in the center of Giant’s Foot Bay has a population of one nameless ovine druid and an uncountable number of wild, quiet-minded sheep. They wander their island paradise to munch on a diverse buffet of greenery. The island’s druidic overseer sends animal messengers to find new plants for the flock to sample, tending to it like an immense garden. Well-meaning visitors are welcome on its shore, but the druid has decisively rebuffed attempts to settle the island for decades.