[Up close there is a spidering of scars along the side of his neck. He blinks again then says,] I am alright. I mean figuratively.

When the ghostly images of things we’ve forgotten surface…it isn’t subtle. The first thing shown to us were ghosts that looked like people that we’d forgotten. People that felt important. Memory and guilt seem to be part of the patterns when the world seems to feel wrong to warn of us that whatever is out there is reaching out to do us harm.

…it isn’t elemental. I can’t track it by my senses. Even the ghosts of mages like myself leave no trace. [He pauses, then adds,] For myself, that is strange. I keep getting the vague sense that magic and memory are interconnected. The land carries magic and memory. But here it does not.