This is a city, if your standards for "city" don't require skyscrapers, electricity, or plumbing. She's landed on a side street; to her left, the crosswise thoroughfare has people hollering about their things for sale, people hurrying on foot and poking along on horseback to get here and there, storefronts and apartments in two and three story structures. The street she's standing on is quieter, houses and less customer-facing businesses, though it has its share of spillover traffic; she has not yet been noticed, by that fellow leading a goat or that woman with a basket of laundry or that family all holding hands so as not to lose each other. It's a cool day, a little misty.
"And they all have about the same amount of trouble, but they don't have trouble with the same things, exactly?"
DZ nods. "She can't change how much trouble they have, yet, but she'll be able to change which things they have trouble with soon."
"She'll be able to do that, yes. Not today, but maybe next time, if you have examples for her to look at."
"That will help too, but she'll need to see people with the kinds of dwindling you'd prefer, and people without that kind of dwindling."
"A little bit, yes. It won't be a problem; she's trained in this kind of thing."
"It is, Ma'am, but minds are the same. More the same here than she's trained for, even; the place we're from has more types of people."
"Yes Ma'am. I don't know if you have the right sort of word for what she means - people who are different from the kind of person you're used to in the same way that different kinds of animals are different from each other."
"How much time do we have before the greenmage is ready for us, Ma'am?"
She goes through a few lightsaber katas, this time, before settling in to meditate again.