[Hearing Arthur speak the names of those long gone holds much more nostalgic value than all the tales of them, twisted as they are, that still wind their way around the world. Wynn's overcome with a sudden uncharacteristic desire to reminisce, and is glad when Arthur takes the subject in the direction he was really listening for. The oh-so-familiar tale of gaps in one's memory. There's a shade of strong empathy in his eyes as he responds.]

It is as I suspected. You are not the first to be displaced from another world, to find yourself in ours. There are commonalities between the circumstances, even if we have not yet uncovered the cause. Loss of memory is one. You may count yourself fortunate to have retained as much as you have. There are those who lose all sense of themselves in the passing, through what we call the Veil. You might think of it as the thin lining between here and the places that we cannot reach by land or sea or air.