Though consulting some of his notes on the realm of Skyrim, which had been jotted down rather hastily before he had left the College of Whispers to travel, Syndelius was still aware of what was going on around him. His experience in combat had led to the development of his multitasking abilities, a necessary skill for survival when you were surrounded by people who were actively trying to kill you. Even now, he could sense the hostility emanating from some of the Nords and other races. No doubt it was because he was a Dunmer, or Dark Elf. But it didn't matter much if they didn't actually act on their hostility and attack him.

Having been selected for the mission by the head of the College of Whispers had been a little surprising, though Syndelius supposed that it shouldn't have been considering he had been one of the finer battlemages during the unrest caused by Skyrim's Civil War. What wasn't surprising, however, was the diversity of the group. Clearly the higher-ups wanted an elite squad to help ensure that they won the war and not General Sidonis, and it wouldn't have made sense to have picked only people with certain talents for the task.

And they were certainly diverse enough, what with consisting of three stealthy individuals, two mages, and two warriors from the races of Men, Mer, and Beast. For the most part, however, none of the group on the road with him had seemed particularly interested in getting acquainted. Too many of them seemed like life had slapped them silly a couple of times, unwilling to talk much beyond a few monosyllables. In fact, a few of them, like Alana and Finnen, spoke for the very first time at this location in front of the priest who was rambling on about the end of the world.

As Syndelius was contemplating all of this, the other mage approached him and asked how long it was until the next Dragon Break. He was an older individual of Altmer descent, though it had been rather hard to pin that label on him due to his faded features, but there was something about him that seemed familiar for some reason, though Syndelius was unable to put his finger on what exactly it was. It was apparent that he was quite decidedly a raving lunatic, and Syndelius was certain that he had never met a crazy Altmer before, so he pushed the tickling sense of familiarity from his mind and answered his question.

“Given the present societal climate, it could very well occur in twenty years or so,” he said, shrugging like it was no big deal. Few would understand what a Dragon Break was, so there was a relatively low chance of instigating a local panic. In fact, it was likely that the Altmer didn't know what he was asking either. Hopefully, however, the old mage didn't react negatively to Syndelius's answer. Crazy people were, by definition, entirely unstable, so it was up in the air as to how he would react to something so simple.