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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.
Deskyl in Cefax
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"Are you a mage? Is she your attendant? Shouldn't you have an attendant who knows Cefaxi in Cefax? What kind of mage turns into metal, anyway?"
"...but you're made of metal."
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This gets a slightly longer burst of signing, and then the robot shrugs. "I talk a little."
Shrug. "What brings you to Cefax?"
"Gosh! Were they trying to send you to Cefax or could you have landed anywhere?"
"Are you looking for passage home?"
"Whatcha looking for?"
"Well, if you're a mage, that'd be a Temple-Guild, only I don't know if they take foreign ones."
"The nearest one's southeast, I think."
"No problem. What's your magic do?"
to better see the light
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.
"Whoa! Cool." The person is now frowning between the two of them. "...which one of you did you say was the mage again?"
"...what are you?"
"Did some different kind of mage make you?"
"What's like a mage? That sounds like a riddle."