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.
"She a mage. ...no... like a mage. I attendant."
This gets a slightly longer burst of signing, and then the robot shrugs. "I talk a little."
"Other mage," she mimes hitting, "this mage."
"No. Looking for something else."
"She and I try. Go...?"
Deskyl points at a leaf lying on the ground nearby, and brings it floating up to hover between them. She doesn't leave it hovering long, though, before she lets loose a tiny bolt of lightning to set it afire.
"She the mage."
"I a droid."
"...like a mage."