I've certainly felt odd since arriving, [ he says after a few moments of careful thought. ] But truthfully, I don't know if that has to do with the manner of my arrival, or some effect this place specifically has on my abilities.

[ he glances down at his hands, curling and uncurling them, then folding his arms, discomforted and feeling oddly vulnerable suddenly. what if they do find one or more of his spirits..? he's as lost as they'll doubtless be, and they look to him for guidance. he has to have some kind of answers for them by then. ]

I didn't sense a spell on the pond, though, and normally I'd notice something like that. [ he was bred for his powers, he's no slouch in that department. ]