“Of before?” Tav asks before he considers the question.

He has had some strange dreams, but none so revealing as his time in Faerun. The blank slate remains as such even months later, after trying herbs and the like from the greenhouse.

“Nothing before waking up in an Illithid pod,” Tav replies. “I’ve not found any herbs that help my memory either.”

He takes another full breath of the fresh air before turning to Strange.

“Thank you for doing this, by the way,” Tav continues. “I’ve needed this.”