Within a couple of minutes, quite a number of other people are awake; stressed and hurried footsteps, and accompanying stressed and hurrying minds, are everywhere around the compound. 

And, shortly later:

:Azabel?: 

:Yes?: Maybe he is about to tell her where to find breakfast but quite possibly not.

:- We have a situation, it seems. I am sorry - you cannot possibly - and yet, the timing -: 

He breaks off the Mindspeech connection for a moment, and then reforms it. :...Do you know anything of the war in the north?: 

:I don't even know what's north of here, let alone if there's a war in it!:

:- I see. My apologies: And the Mindspeech link drops away again. 

A minute or so later, one of the mages hurriedly dressing in the dormitory-room seems to notice her. :Azabel, right? Our visitor? Sorry, we're, um, something's come up - do you need anything though -?: 

:Breakfast, but not urgently if there's an emergency - what is going on, do you guys need help with something here?:

:We, um, there's - an evil mage up north who just attacked the kingdom nearest there, apparently–: 

A pause. 

:....I don't think we know yet. Maybe. Reckon there's going to be a war: 

:Oh dear. Uh, I hope that all works out okay:

:Um, thank you....: The mage runs off. 

At some point a few minutes later, a different young man, apparently not a Mindspeaker, gestures and mimes her toward a trestle-table set up outside, with tea and a tureen of oat porridge and trays of toast and cheese. 

:Thank you!: Omnomnomonom.

A while later, the young woman who Gated in detaches herself from a huddle of others and wanders up. :Heya! I heard you're from the other continent and you got lost here somehow?: 

:That's the going theory, yeah. I hear you are from north of here and having a war?:

:We're, um– Yes. Probably. It's - complicated. But, er, yes. I was a student here before, I was sent to see if the school can lend us mages for it...:

She smiles at Azabel. :You're a mage, right? ...Oh, um, by the way my name is Herald Jisa: 

:I am a mage but the school is not entitled to lend me and I'm not a combatant anyway: Plus she has no idea which side of the war, if any, is the right one; guessing seems like a way to be wrong a lot. But she has those other reasons so she doesn't have to be all "you're probably not going to be able to convince me of the righteousness of your cause".

:Er, right, fair enough: Jisa sits down beside her, smiles tiredly at her. :Gervase said you ended up here in some sort of weird magical accident - you weren't even trying to find the school?:

:I didn't know it existed, I had a meeting and his office was cluttered and I moved something that sent me here, it was pretty weird:

:You moved something... Like an artifact? Who made it?: 

:I wouldn't expect you to have heard of him this far away... I guess unless he's been using it to take jaunts of is own, which is possible. Urtho?:

:Oh heck, what has he been doing over here -:

:He, I - that doesn't make any sense...: Jisa rubs her eyes. Her hand is shaking slightly. :I've heard of Urtho. I haven't met him. Because, um, he died almost two thousand years ago: 

:You know, I was wondering how the heck there was a hertasi that old:

:- Right! Hertasi would've been pretty new when, um, when you were -: Jisa breaks off with a little headshake. :...I was going to say 'when you were alive' but you're still alive! Anyway we should tell Gervase, maybe he'll know something about how this is possible: 

She scrambles up and dashes off.