[url=http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa87/MoxIllusion/Ormoneric_zps5730c159.png]The madman[/url] in their midst had the strangest feeling of deja vu as he glanced up at Magnus. He wore a simple leather vest over a simple white cloth shirt and pair of pants, and he seemingly carried nothing with him. His race was hard to distinguish due to his age and stature - he could have been Nord, Imperial, or Breton. The odd greyish tint to his skin was not common amongst any of the three races of men, the folds of his forehead could have easily been mistaken for age creases (had they even been visible past his headband), and his accent was decidedly unaffected - dry and rasping was its best characteristic.

He could swear the damned thing was moving backwards now. Not that he held moving backwards against it, but there were so very few means of reliably telling the wherewhen. Magnus was resplendent with an Aetherial light that shone through the limen, illuminating both time and space. For a single instant whenever the old man looked up at it, he knew he was herenow. Those moments lasted for only an instant though - the moment he looked away, uncertainty allowed itself back in. How could people expect him to know precisely what time he was supposed to be at when time was not linear? He scarcely remembered he could look at the world, so that he was only looking forward - but he couldn't seem to do it. He had seemingly lost his sense of time in his old age.

The light of Magnus burned into the blind man's unseeing eyes, and a flicker of triumph flashed across his face as he laughed out loud with glee.

"We're heading from Falkreath to Bruma!" He announced excitedly. "And so many people joined us there! Fortuitous!" He glanced up at the sky again thoughtfully for a moment. "Hrm. But we're walking backwards again. I guess that means we're actually heading to Falkreath? Or were we going forward into Skyrim again? Tricky business there. A lot of people just up and leave, the ingrates. Hail, you there!" The old man turned his blind gaze to stare unerringly at a young Dunmer man with red eyes and a small ring looped through his left ear. In a way it was strange - depending on how the old man looked at it, either the dark elf would have already been traveling with him for some time, or had just joined him, or was just about to leave - more importantly, he was still blinded by the illusion of time, and so could definitely tell the old, actually blind lunatic when they were.

"I'm terribly afraid I've lost track of the time. How much longer until the next Dragon Break?"