Isibel sits and accepts tea. "Thank you. I went into the forest along the south side of the island, exploring, and I found a great many lovingly-carved statues of a unicorn, and when I went further in, I found their carver. We shared no language, but communicated through mime and pictures, and he was able to tell me which things that grow here will be edible to elves." And Magania's certainly not going to ask her what the sculptor was if not an elf. She can come at this information as slowly as she likes. "He has been living here for many centuries, and did not volunteer his name."