It's old. Centuries old. Mara can feel it. And yet, his mind brings to surface all the times he visited the Republic, and its main city. He might not live here, but he always comes back to Nott. Not a single memory has this hospital in it.

It's as if it had emerged from the fog fully formed, dragging with it a shadow of recognition. And it's so lively. It is a properly working hospital full of healers and patients. Meticulously maintained and well provisioned.

"There's not a stone in this city that I'm is not aware of."

It's more complicated than this. Mara can find his way around this place. He knows where everything is. What is stored in the cellars, where is the laundry room, and the rooms for patients with infectious diseases that need to be separate from the rest. All this information springs from the depths of his mind instantly. Only that he doesn't know how he knows all those things.

"Never. I feel like I should remember it. Even now I can probably tell you where things are, or how to move around. I know things about this place. Things that I weren't aware of moments ago, before we went through the door."

And he knows someone is missing here. Someone should be here. He just doesn't know who.