[The first thing Dhaos notices upon awakening is that his magic has been stripped from him. Again. He sighs irritably as he sits up. Every month in Paradisa it had happened one way or another without fail. And he'd so been looking forward to at least sleeping in his own bed for the duration of one of these events... At least he'd managed to keep his sleeping attire. Not that most people would realize it was that considering that it consists of a long sleeved shirt, pajama pants, tabi socks (all of them black), and a cloak that looks an awful lot like this one.

He surveys the area with mild interest.]