Syrlya scrunches his face, gesturing vaguely with his hand. "I can tell that it is there, but I cannot precisely identify it. It is like another language, one I am not certain I can make sense of it I try to speak it." He's certain he can still feel the familiarity of his own magic, so he isn't worried so much as he finds it very enigmatic to try and sense.

He lowers his hand with a small frown. He doesn't like the idea of going to a place where he can't cast any spells. "What are their techniques like?"