FAT49 #2 - Oh Valiant, where you at?

Valiant the Aforementioned was the greatest hero of an era. He slew the foulest monstrosity that would be seen in the land for decades to come. The people loved him, saluted him, cheered him, revered him but most of all aggrieved him. You see, they were impressed by his actions but their gratitude soon became expectation. The pressure and demands of the people grew too great. They relied too heavily upon him, like a friend who refuses to get a driver's license and continually bums lifts from you. So, Valiant abandoned his role as super turbo fantastic saviour of the world and vanished. No one had seen him in years. However, Felix and the 49 would not be perturbed by such obstacles as ignorance. Nay, they would tread ever forward until they found him. But, dedication aside, they had to consider their options before blindly going into the unknown. So, they held a meeting, taking out a trusty map of their land. The Gnome Archipelago.

"I say we head to the west coast." said Thomas the Glass-Eyed.
"I disagree. Valiant wouldn't head there if he wanted solitude. It has the most people." said Siphokazi the Sharp.
"He would surely seek out the forests." said Anisha the Sickle-Wielder.
"That's insane! He would go to the Beard Island past the mountains and seek out the solitary isles. I'll bet he went to find the legendary perfect island?" said Jack the Tipper.
"You have all neglected the deserts of the north. If Valiant truly wanted to be alone, that would be his destination." said Jacques the Scarred.
"Perhaps, he's laying low on Nose Island. He could be hiding away in one of the abandoned buildings there." said Matthew the Hand.
"Here's a question! Which island has the least people? Hat island, its obvious..." Phtephen the Thrifty was saying before he was interrupted by Dojima the Silver.
"He wouldn't go to Hat island unless he wanted an icy tomb."
"This is pointless! We've reasons for and against every option!" grumbled Beardface the Brash. "We must let Felix decide." The 49 looked to Felix. He sat at the head of the table with his furry back facing them.
"Felix! What would you have us do?" Felix did not respond. He continued to stare at the moon for about 13 more seconds before turning to them. "We must know where we are going, otherwise, we will wander for an eternity."
"If that's what it takes..." David the Snake said in a voice that rustled like stones falling down a mountain.
"I say that we seek information. We go to the last place he was seen." Felix said.
"It would be a logical choice." said Siphokazi the Sharp.
"The moon suggested it actually. We will go to the largest and foulest city in our land... a place ruled by villainous scum."
"You can't mean... but that's insane!" Jack the Tipper exclaimed.
"Yes. Our first destination," Felix's eyes glistened in the luminescent lunar light "...is Flockboast City."

Several hours later when they had all gone off to bed Jean the Youthful couldn't sleep. She turned to Dali the Impressive.
"Hey. If Felix can speak to the moon why doesn't he just ask it where Valiant is?"
"Huh? Oh, Jean. You're so young."