It's a good job Azwel had undone those restraints before all this moving about, as he now collapses into a chair. Still nude. He frowns down at his own mutinous limbs.

He looks up when Felih speaks, then at the orb again. Takes a breath to speak. Stops. "I... honestly don't know. I've never overloaded one of these before."

After a moment he stands again and picks up a robe, wrapping it around himself and tying it. "Well, you're in luck--you'll get to see one of the things these orbs are used for," he says, grinning. He picks up another robe and offers it to Felih.