Teleport.

Lisandro, self-declared mysterious wizard, is here for the convention! He's dressed in this year's Absalom fashion, and wearing a magic headband. Jaq, his fey-pseudodragon-creature familiar, refuses to be kind of familiar who most people forget exists, and so is prominently perched on Lisandro's shoulder.

This is... really not the best place to be visibly presenting as 'rich foreign wizard'. Those guys have torches and rocks! Lisandro thought the archmage Elie was supposed to be running this constitutional convention, but maybe "The Mad Galtan, Scourge of the Silk Mercer' likes this sort of thing. 

Well, Lisandro is the kind of wizard always has overland flight up. Every moment of not being able to fly feels horrible; he prepares it twice and uses his extend rod on one, so he can have it every hour of the day. By the time the mob decides on 'throw rocks' instead of 'run', he's already a few hundred feet in the air, bantering with his familiar.

"Well then, I may have made some mistakes preparing spells for the day."

Looks like it. We teleporting out?

"Only prepared one of those– and I don't want to leave. I came here to find out what's happening and that's what I'll do."

You have that bird spell?

"That I do." Commune With Birds

He always prepares that when teleporting somewhere new, it's more useful than most wizards think. Ask an open-ended enough question, and the birds might tell you something they notice that you would never find on your own.

Lisandro lets out a low-pitched bird call that can be heard up to a mile away. 'I just flew in here, any of you know what's going on?'

A bird flies up to him and reports in a feminine voice, much more clearly and concisely than birds usually do,

"The people are rioting. There are supposedly 'diabolists' in power. The mobs seem to be directed at nobility, though I doubt they'll be selective."

She has flown close enough to hear what the shouting's about, and furthermore, there are available pamphlets, one of which she's read.

Huh? Or, to say 'huh' the way a wizard should, "Most interesting..."

With a couple fun exceptions, the birds usually don't usually answer with details about the political situation. The answers he's getting from other birds in the area are 'fire! flee the nests!' and 'angry angry throwing rocks hide!' and a bit of 'check it out, food hanging from posts'. 

"Well, that explains the unfriendly welcome. Thank you, lady Blackbird."

His spell only gives him one question and answers from birds within a mile, so unless this bird speaks Taldene (or Osiriani or Draconic Sylvan or Ancient Thassilonian or... etc etc) he might not understand the reply.

She gives what looks like an actual nod, which is pretty impressive while one is hovering mid air with wings, and then Lady Blackbird swoops off.

Hey wait!

Lisandro swoops after her, and tries to see where she's going.

'My guy, I think she's faster than you'

Yeah, she really, really is. She still has Greater Longstrider up, not that he'd know that, and Overland Flight isn't built for speed. Somewhat fortunately, she doesn't seem to be going in a straight line; she's getting an overview of what's going on, and there are a lot of angles in the city. But then again, she's a small dark bird against a dark sky.

"She flies faster, yes."

'That's what I said'

"Is it?"

He vanishes and reappears around a score paces forwards, with a slight pop. Keeps flying, and uses it a couple more times to avoid falling too far behind. This isn't technically a spell, more like a net in the scaffolding that catches and releases bits of Dimension Door the way you catch a cantrip. Shorter range, but reusable, most days he can get at least seven little teleport-jumps before the net falls apart.

'Lis, are you really using teleports to catch up with a girl? I thought I was working with an adult 5th circle wizard with some actual dignity.'

"Shut up Jaq."

'Well if you're doing that, and won't let me stop you, you do need to actually talk to her before you run out of those.'

Shut UP– wait no that's true.

"HEY! WAIT UP!"

??

The bird swoops around to double back, as requested. She gives a questioning chirp.

"You want to, uh, fly around and watch the chaos together? Or if you're going to do something about the rioters not being selective, it sounded like you don't approve, want to cut me in?"

The flying wizard is looking for someone to direct him? ... Okay. Sure. She's fine with this. Temporary adventuring party to handle the riots it is, then.

She gives an affirmative sounding chirp, but then she's back to swooping around. She does do her very fast flying in a meandering way that lets her scout quickly while also letting him attempt to keep up, without even teleporting.