[There's something revealing about a man who's been diluted into a clean-slate state. All that's left are the pillars of an individual, crystallized pieces that are too ingrained to be swept away by a temporary loss of memory. Parts that might not be so evident at first, now plain as day: Thancred's propensity to fight, evident by a tensing battle stance, or the gauntlets that now adorn his hands. Stephen wonders at how much conflict he's encountered throughout his life, that this should shine through the haze of confusion, but for now, he keeps a casual, non-threatening stance. A hand sweeps out to indicate their surroundings.]

This is Kamar-Taj, or at least the one I've built for myself. It's where sorcerers train. Behind you is the Sanctum Sanctorum, my home.

["Home", amongst other things. But he'll not get into the details, unwilling to throw a myriad of them at Thancred, who needs to get his bearings first and foremost.]

But overall? This is the Horizon, a place where you can build whatever you put your mind to. There are others here, somewhere out that way. [Now, Stephen motions beyond Kamar-Taj's training grounds; though it looks like nothing but mountainous terrain, that much is misleading. There is a boundary to his domain, like anyone else's, and if Thancred should wander in that direction, he would find it.] You're new here, so if it all just sounds confusing to you, that's all right.