Aza cannot dash, but she follows Jisa (and when Jisa's out of sight her mind).

When she catches up, Gervase is with Jisa in the well-swept courtyard between two buildings, listening to her with a very grave expression. 

He turns to Azabel. :...I cannot see at all how this is possible, but - it seems perhaps you come, not from a different place, but from a different time - Urtho's time? It...would explain why the geography is familiar yet different, I suppose, if the land you knew was before the Cataclysm: 

:I guess! He really - really should not have time travel devices lying around in his office - what was the Cataclysm?:

Gervase glances over at Jisa. 

Jisa is not saying anything. Or looking at Azabel. She mostly seems incredibly alarmed and shaken. 

Gervase sighs, heavily. :...I am sorry, it is not a happy tale. There - was a terrible war, between mages of astonishing power, of which Urtho was one. Hardly anything survived - the land is still damaged to this day: 

Jisa starts to open her mouth and then snaps it shut, looking away. 

:That seems... a little out of character:

:Does it? I suppose you know more of him than anyone else. Very little is remembered of his time: 

Jisa, again, looks like someone who very very badly wants to say something and is holding herself back by sheer force of will. 

:Who's the other one, anybody I'd know?:

:It is not in the histories that I have heard. Simply - someone very powerful, and deeply evil: 

:- I know more: Jisa bursts out, suddenly. :It's - really complicated, gods - I don't - but I guess maybe there's no good reason not to tell you...: 

She takes a shuddering breath and lets it out. :Kiyamvir Ma'ar. He - was a student of Urtho's as well: 

:Ma'ar is not evil:

:I didn't say he was! I said it's complicated!: 

...Jisa stops, her eyes suddenly piercing. :...So you did know him: 

She was kissing him as recently as yesterday but this doesn't seem the time. :Yes, he's about my age:

Jisa peers intently at her. :You must be, what - fifteen or sixteen?: A shrug. :The war wouldn't be for another twenty years or so: 

:Neither of them seem like they'd start a war even twenty years on! I guess if Urtho leaves time travel artifacts lying around he could maybe cause a diplomatic incident that way??:

Jisa chokes back a nervous giggle. :Um. I could see that - though you'd think it'd've been in his journals, if that were why...: She glances around. :I, um, there's more, but...it's complicated. I - need to think: 

She grimaces. :And, er, please don't take this the wrong way, but - I shouldn't just assume we can trust you. We are at war right now. Can I– is it all right if I cast a Truth Spell and ask you to say some things?: 

:How's a Truth Spell work?:

:It summons air-elementals called vrondi, which aren't very smart but have an affinity for minds and can sense intent. I would only cast the first-stage version, which just shows whether or not what you're saying is honest, it won't force you to say anything you don't want to: 

:...yeah, okay:

The Truth Spell doesn't feel like anything; Jisa just concentrates visibly for ten seconds and then nods. 

:Right. Er, can you tell the short version of where you're from and how you got here, again?: 

:I live near and study at Urtho's tower, and I had a lunch meeting with him and a hertasi went off to find him and I was looking for somewhere to sit in his office, and moved an artifact, and then there were some weird effects but surprisingly few of them considering, and I was where Gervase found me:

Nod. :And what do you know about Ma'ar?: