[ Perhaps it's the very fact that he's friends with the Modern Sorcerer of Not So Eld that he is both used to and slightly exhausted by prattling. Not that he makes a point of this, as even two conversations have proved to him that this is simply Boothill's way.

And to be honest, Boothill's accent and odd or unfamiliar word choices sometimes make him just as difficult to follow as Urianger, for someone like Thancred. But that's neither here nor there.

Though it is interesting when Boothill outright admits that he is mainly inorganic, more machine than human. Thancred has yet to uncover the whole story there, but he suspects that it will come in time if they continue to run into each other like this. He's in no hurry. He'll take Boothill's insistence that he can sit still and quiet his mind at face value.

Except... ah, there he goes. The prattling yapping. Half of that means nothing to Thancred, although he can perhaps guess that this "memoria" works a bit like dynamis. The important question there seems to be "what's the catch?" ]

You can't go in alone, for one thing. You'll need someone who's already been there to show you in, so to speak. It requires physical contact. [ He takes another sip of his cider, unconcerned. He's ushered plenty of people into the Horizon by now. ] Secondly, your first trip will be a bit different, in that you won't have any of your memories. It happens to all of us, and for any subsequent visits you'll be in full possession of your faculties.

[ Those are the terms and conditions, so to speak. He raises an eyebrow; still interested? ]