Come now, map... [He really wants it to be gone. Please be gone.

He almost does say that out loud, though knows that he would never be able to live it down if he did say such a thing around people, even such an amiable fellow as the Miqo'te. Some things are better done in solitude.

But eventually, finally, he manages to will the image away from his vision... And Thancred sighs in sheer relief, placing his hands on his hips.]

Seven hells, had I known this would be so strange... I would have invested more time in magic training.