Azwel

Sometimes the middle-men were the worst part of deals. They can be so worried about being held responsible for anything that could go wrong that they keep making sure the recipient was aware of everything they already agreed to. Make sure you remember this, and also remember that, but never forget this other thing. At least they were easy to get rid of, especially after everything was handed over.

Amusingly enough, while it's easy to realize one is naked after a while, it's not what knocks the last of the sleeping spell out of the magi. Apparently that was normal, in combination with being on something warm and comfortable. It's the restraints, after the second tug, that gets him to finally open his eyes and look at what's going on.

It's all of the unfamiliar that has his blood pressure spiking. Looking around as he was able, Judar yanked repeatedly at each restraint, noting the environment. It wasn't exactly the same, but the closest he could think of was the research lab tucked away in the palace, but this place had far more crystals and arrays he hadn't really ever seen before. Did he catch the glimpse of someone? Didn't matter, there had to be someone nearby? "The fuck's going on?! Hey!"

Why was he naked?! Yes, his awareness of these three things came in exactly this order.