He couldn't remember who had told him that the Dark Lord had been here. His Lord had been here and had left shortly after Igor's arrival on the island. If he had known! If only he had known where to look for him here, known to look for him at all... But Igor had not believed that He could be captured in such a way, trapped on this island with these people and that insufferable heat. While some obviously believed that those who had been here and had left had been taken away, Igor was of the firm belief that the Dark Lord had quite simply found His way out. After all, no prison could ever hold Him. It would be unspeakable. Impossible.
Still, it pained him to have missed the opportunity. Igor would simply have to find his own way out.
Until he could figure it out, Igor decided to visit his Lord's old haunt, the Coconut Husk where he had been bartender. His Lord a bartender. That was an abomination.
But though he had expected to see someone else behind the bar, now that his Lord was gone, Igor had not expected a young woman. Her question confused him somewhat, and without answering, Igor took a stool by the bar and picked up the drinks menu. "I don't know yet." Had his Lord asked such a question to the vermin walking around the island? The mudbloods and pureboods alike?