[ That is a lot of information to try and process all at once when Thancred is already so disoriented. He breaks it down piece by piece, to make it easier.
Kamar-Taj. He does not know the name, he is certain of that. Given that his surroundings are so foreign, that isn't much of a surprise.
The stranger built this place for himself. That seems impossible, that one person could create such an impressive complex of structures, and so Thancred assumes that it is not meant literally.
It's a place where sorcerers train. Something like a guild, then? He's familiar with the idea, a place where like-minded people meet and learn and train together, and it is a comfort to find at least one thing here that he can wrap his head around.
He risks a glance to the other building behind him, one which appears to be out of place among the others, but his attention is quickly reset on the man as he explains more about this place. The Horizon. That feels correct, somehow, and Thancred nods. Yet the idea of simply being able to build things with his mind sounds like the subject of fiction. ]
And how did I come to be here? It's all rather hazy.
[ He glances down at his hands, already wondering what he might be able to build, or if he'll even be capable of it. ]
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Kamar-Taj. He does not know the name, he is certain of that. Given that his surroundings are so foreign, that isn't much of a surprise.
The stranger built this place for himself. That seems impossible, that one person could create such an impressive complex of structures, and so Thancred assumes that it is not meant literally.
It's a place where sorcerers train. Something like a guild, then? He's familiar with the idea, a place where like-minded people meet and learn and train together, and it is a comfort to find at least one thing here that he can wrap his head around.
He risks a glance to the other building behind him, one which appears to be out of place among the others, but his attention is quickly reset on the man as he explains more about this place. The Horizon. That feels correct, somehow, and Thancred nods. Yet the idea of simply being able to build things with his mind sounds like the subject of fiction. ]
And how did I come to be here? It's all rather hazy.
[ He glances down at his hands, already wondering what he might be able to build, or if he'll even be capable of it. ]