:I don't know where that is either:

Gervase shakes his head. :Well, I am at a loss! ...Are you by chance near a sea? I have never traveled so far as the eastern coast, though the south I have seen in my youth. Do your people know of the Eastern Empire?: 

:No and no! The Ceej Empire is south of it and they've got a coast, we've just got rivers...:

:Huh: 

The little hertasi falls silent for a while. 

:- Well. I am sure we will sort it out sooner or later. Tea?: 

:Tea sounds good:

Tea is offered. 

The two young mages who accompanied Gervase in chatter amongst themselves in their own tongue, while the aged hertasi stares thoughtfully into space. 

:Is there a map I could look at, maybe?:

Gervase twitches. :- What's that? ...Oh, yes, of course: He says something to one of the other mages. 

Shortly later a map arrives and is politely offered to Azabel. 

:...none of this looks very familiar. I guess maybe some of the rivers hereabouts look close but not that close:

:Hmm. I - am going to send for a map of the entire continent and its features. Perhaps that will help: 

Shortly later, a map arrives. 

:...bits of this look familiar like I said but if it were what it looks like Tantara would be here:

Gervase twitches back on his specially-designed stool. 

:What? But that...that does not make sense at all: A pause. :Are you perhaps from the other continent? We have heard legends of it, nothing more - I might find somebody who is a scholar of history and could tell you what they know...?: 

:Well, it sure doesn't look like I'm from THIS continent:

:I will spread the word: Gervase hesitates. :I - am very sorry, child, that I cannot help you find your way home. We will most certainly give you a place to sleep for tonight, though. Are you hungry?: 

:That would be great, I'd been going to have lunch soon:

Gervase gives her an even more baffled look. :It was not evening, when you left your home?: 

:No. Gates can do that, if you go a long way east or west - not by this much but if this is a different continent that probably does it:

:Hmm: 

Gervase seems to be barely paying attention, lost in thought. He does direct one of the mages with him, who also proves to be a Mindspeaker, to find Azabel a place to sleep. 

The young woman politely escorts her back out into the freezing night air – not for long, at least, the dormitory-building is nearby. She's shown the location of the outhouse, and provided with a spare woven mat on the floor and a scratchy wool blanket; this seems to be about the level of quality and comfort that the other sleeping figures in the room share. 

...well, she's not going to be rude about it but she is going to magically warm up the environs of her mat so she can skip the blanket qua blanket and use it as a pillow instead. Using some magic won't hurt for getting to sleep off schedule, either.

Just after dawn, a Gate is raised on the outskirts of the White Winds camp, about two hundred meters from Azabel's cabin. 

That's close enough to wake her up; she managed to sleep enough that she doesn't regret it horribly. Up she gets to see who's there; maybe Urtho followed her or something.

It's definitely not Urtho! Whoever is raising the Gate is very tightly shielded, but they feel...young. And female. 

The Gate is taken down very efficiently, within seconds. 

Huh. She can't think of any young females who would be sent on a rescue mission but she'll go out and have a look anyway as long as she's up.

Jisa is not paying any attention to Azabel at all! She takes down her Gate and frantically looks around for any familiar minds - which include Gervase and Alethra, and do not include Azabel. 

Okay, maybe she's here for some other reason altogether. Aza won't bother her; she watches the sunrise, yawning.