Kithabel is sitting on the flat top of the tallest tower of her palace, forcing the rain to decline to fall on her, taking a break insofar as she ever takes a break. She has no constructive ends to pursue right now, so she's playing with the lightning in the clouds overhead. She doesn't want to try taking a direct lightning strike yet - she could probably take it, but only probably - but she can tell it to arc here and there in patterns, she can ball it up and watch it roll through the air, she can make it turn colors. She's making sure none of it hits the town, and if it starts a fire in the woods she'll take care of it, but at the moment it's a toy.
But she'd like Merlin to get a faceful of that powder he sent the others to sleep with.
Since he seems perfectly willing to just wander off without harming her if nothing happens, and nothing is the default result if she can't do it, it's pretty safe.
Powder. Face. Go, dammit.
It goes. Either that or Merlin tired of dragging Hank even sooner than she'd expect; it's pretty anticlimactic either way.
Kithabel holds her breath, takes the remaining powder from Merlin's person, and inspects him for any other things she might not want him to have.
He has similar-looking powders in various colors, along with sticks and strings and kitchen implements. There's really no way of telling what's important and what isn't, but Merlin isn't making much use of anything right now.
Of Hank and Skeeve, Hank is more likely to know what's going on, but Skeeve may be more likely to do something about it. Hmm. She sits near Hank and attempts to wake him up via a combination of shaking and attempts at magic.
"That Merlin fellow got me, didn't he. I can hardly believe it."
"Yes, but I got him back. And took his stuff."
"Good choice. He's not exactly much of a threat—usually—but he can be slippery. And is still mad about not being Britain's best magician anymore."
"He wasn't even doing magic, unless the powders were pre-enchanted."
"I'm glad someone agrees with me. But like I said, most of being a magician is claiming to be one, and he does plenty of that."
"I noticed." She shoves Skeeve, next.
"Do you think you can defeat me that easily? I am SKEEVE! The great and powerful! If you think I can be stopped with a few days' sleep, then— oh, it's you. Hi, Kithabel."
"Now I want to watch you and Merlin make speeches at each other." she remarks. "Hank, do you have any idea how long the powder lasts if we don't shove him?"
"Never seen it before. We woke up easily, so probably not long, but you'd have to ask him. Which would defeat the purpose, after all."
"Do you have something clever to do with him?"
:"It's a great trick, being in charge is, when you can manage it."
"Looks like fun."
Two guards arrive and prop up Merlin between them, keeping a firm grip.
"I mean, that doesn't sound like an easy thing to come by, the technological advancement."
I'll give him this, though, at least thinking people exist to be an audience for whoever can plausibly claim to have power is better than thinking they exist as part of the backdrop providing scenery for the people who were born into it."
"You seem to have some baggage here that I do not fully understand."
"Very possible. Everywhere here is ruled by kings. Ours is one of the good ones, but when you train someone from birth to believe that the world revolves around them it's a rare person who can manage that."
"I got along with my local monarchs fine, but then, I was a sorceress when I interacted with them."
"That would make things easier. If they're as civil to peasants as they are to a sorceress, I'd be surprised."
"Not that comparing monarchs isn't fun," Skeeve lies, "but were we going to go back to the land of inexplicable lack of problems and weird magic?"