[ While Thancred had been referring more to any notable spots within Strange's own domain, the fact that he first thinks to speak of someone else's is mayhap an answer in and of itself. It's not as if he told Thancred not to explore within these grounds, but it also isn't what immediately came to mind. Interesting.

There's someone who lives by a dock, who will welcome anyone into his home with a warm smile and some food? It does sound tempting, like the sort of place someone might wish to go after a long and taxing day, and yet Thancred finds that his desire to explore high mountaintops or dark caverns wins out, at least for now. ]

If I find myself tiring, I may have to stop by and say hello.

[ For now, he'll be traveling where his whims take him, having no obligations or duties to follow for now. It's an oddly freeing sensation, he must admit, and he suspects that it won't last.

With that, he turns to Stephen once more and bows his head to him. He reaches up to his own shoulder, as if searching for the strap of a pack that is not there. (Is it true, that he could make one?) ]

Once again, you have my thanks. You'll have that drink before long, mark my words.

[ And with that, he turns to set off on a journey into a strange unknown. ]