He's wandering around like an idiot and clearly has no idea what is waiting for him. If only all of my competition were as ill-prepared as him. There are some rivals deserving of my attention. I return to the manor and tell a maid to show the poor-man to his room.
There are more important uses of my time, after all. Plans must be schemed and traps must be set. As much as I wish to lock my rivals in their rooms until the game begins, the island is theirs to explore. The original castle, the more modern extension, the beaches, the cliffs, the woods; there's a lot to do, and I'd much rather see them waste their time exploring for pleasure than laying traps of their own.