None of them are undisciplined enough to flinch at loud noises emanating from a scrying pool, but this is still enough to warrant some puzzled expressions.

Fourteen milliseconds of exposure is not long enough for most people to memorize a face, but those gathered to watch are more eagle-eyed than average and manage to agree on the broad strokes: humanoid body plan, pale skin and hair, neotenic features, green clothes. The finer details are reduced to indistinct retinal smears. Getting away from the scrying sensor so quickly is inconvenient but does provide a very high lower bound for how fast it's going.

Faris confirms that the Message landed but has no response other than the noise. Detect Chaos and Detect Evil also show nothing, so the wizards transition to Detect Magic in the hopes of glimpsing and deciphering the lingering spell auras it left in its wake.

"It was aiming at my sensor," Hurayra says thoughtfully. "Shots passed directly through the sight. Perhaps it sought to dispel an attack?"

Detect Magic reports an aura of strong magic, the kind that will last for up to an hour. The school is Universal.

"… is there a known Wish incantation for moving a thousand times faster than Overland Flight?" Faris asks nervously.

They narrow it down to three options. The first, based on its physical appearance and behavior, is that the trap summoned an exotic type of azata hailing from deep in the Elysian wilderness. The second, proposed by Hurayra, is that it called one of the lords among the fair folk in a comely guise and set it to whatever strange task such a creature might deign to complete for a wizard. The third, and in Nazir's opinion the most likely, is that they still don't know what's going on and need to rectify that as soon as possible. The creature didn't respond to a Message, so it's time to escalate.

"Secure the dragon's corpse," he orders, and goes to find whichever magistrate used a Wand of Sending to get help with the dragon earlier that morning.

And shortly thereafter, a perfectly comprehensible message of foreign origin will interject into Tanya's stream of consciousness.

Thank you once again for your assistance! We can pay you in cash or by check, or via remittance if your financial institution is reachable.

This is not accompanied by any detectable magic in her vicinity, though it does come with what feels like the ability to compose a terse reply if she cares to do so.

She was only acting in self-defense and is not to blame for killing the blue lizard -

She doesn't (can't afford to) take sides in local conflicts she knows nothing about -

Money is necessary to establish herself in a new world, without a common language she has no way to earn money -

There might be people speaking one of her languages in Europe -

These people can track her down repeatedly and are already speaking Germanian!

...

She was going to (have to) contact locals anyway. It might as well be the ones who want to pay her. (Unless they actually want to ambush her for revenge, but then they'd only offer cash.) She was going to take a leap of faith anyway and this might as well be it.

Cash would be best. My bank is not reachable. Will you contact me again? Should I return to the location of the firefight?

And then the mental feeling that she can reply by thinking cuts out, as does the magical signature of the spell that appeared around her head.

This was incredibly stressful! Tanya obviously wasn't going to shoot at her own head but that only made it worse! If a mage lands a spell directly on you, you're dead. Which is further proof these people don't want her dead. If they can target her with spells from who knows how far away, and the spells enable telepathy, she might as well throw all her preconceptions of what's possible out of the window. The scientific study of magic on Earth began less than a century ago and the engineers will be the first to tell you they have no idea what's theoretically impossible. 

...but she was able to make a difference in a fight, if only by appearing unexpectedly in just the wrong spot. That doesn't sound like her magic is necessarily entirely obsolete by local standards. Then again, if the lizards are merely trained animals (?) whose natural prey is fish, killing one isn't anything to boast of. In fact she doesn't even know that's the assistance they meant! All she can do now, though, is talk to them. At least she knows she can talk to them.

It takes just over ten minutes to receive a reply.

Please return here if possible. Authorizing the release of thousands of gold scarabs will be difficult otherwise. Further contact is possible if warranted but expensive.

Understood. I'm on my way back. She can't think of anything more to say that can't wait a few hours, or at least she fails to think of anything within three seconds.

Tanya doesn't want to risk flying straight back; something could happen to blow her off course and lose her way. Someone could attack her; she might unintentionally enter restricted airspace. She'll follow the presumed-safe path back. And she doesn't want to arrive too tired, so she'll slow down a bit. (It's fine to keep your debtors waiting, right?)

Sixteen second-circle clerics are gathered in Shiman-Sekh's temple of Pharasma, one of the few buildings in the city with a Forbiddance around it. Seven clerics of Abadar, six clerics of Pharasma, and three clerics of Irori sit in neat rows on the floor like seminary students, looking confused by the situation but unwilling to argue. There are an additional six clerics who aren't Lawful Neutral waiting outside as backup, plus one person who isn't exactly a cleric but might be close enough to count.

A bank employee carrying a sack goes around the room in silence handing out scrolls, then leaves without comment.

Nazir takes stock of the situation. None of them have anything useful prepared, so this yet another emergency expense that will probably sit on his balance sheet until his insurers notice and raise his premium. Urgh.

"How many of you have cast Augury before?"

Only a few hands go up. Typical.

"The quality of an Augury result depends on how well-specified the question is in your mind. You must hold the course of action in your mind with as much fidelity as possible, for the entire duration of the casting, without allowing outside concerns to sway your view of the situation. When you cast it, the scenario you will envision is this." He clears his throat. "There is a human man named Abtin Mekht who lives in the Black Dome of Sothis. At this time, on this day, he will be in the Old City. To the best of my knowledge, he is the only person in Osirion who meets that description. I will use this wand to cast Sending, targeting Abtin Mekht, with the following message: 'Scorpion black, humanoid shape, unknown origin, seven up, very fast. Unclear intentions but polite thus far. Killed a blue dragon in one round. Shiman-Soth, now.'

"You will not, while casting Augury, consider the implications of this exercise, only those facts which you expect to directly observe. I will indicate you in pairs. One will cast Augury as I have described, five minutes after I begin casting Sending, while the other will cast Augury at the same time while considering the scenario in which I do not complete the spell and nothing further is done. Any questions?"

"What's your name?" asks one of the Irorans.

"I am Nazir."

There are a few more questions, and Nazir ends up repeating the planned Sending phrase a few times. Then he starts casting Sending.

Both clerics get Nothing.

He's going to repeat this every ten minutes until he starts getting Something rather than Nothing.

Nothing & Nothing.

Nothing & Nothing.

Nothing & Nothing.

Nothing & Nothing.

Nothing & Nothing.

…

It is not beneath Abadar's priests to fervently pray for a hastily-made transaction to be worth the price.

…

Nothing & Nothing.

Nothing & Weal.

Nothing & Weal.

No strike team, then.

"Your assistance is no longer required," he informs the gathered clerics. "If you wish to offer help regardless, I suggest prayer."

Then he leaves to finish his own preparations.

Two hours and change after receiving the last message, Tanya arrives back where she started. What does she observe, from ten thousand feet up and illusioned to look like a patch of sky?

The barges on the long lotus-petal canals are still the only sign of mages at work on the way in. After that is the city, which is comparable in size to the one she already passed. With the benefit of not being in a hurry, it's possible to see the stone channels for directing water into the canals that are built between the streets, implying that this place is built on the site of an oasis larger than any on Earth, or perhaps on an aquifer large enough to produce all the water she's seen thus far. There certainly aren't any rivers feeding into it.

The tower near the site of her arrival is now encased in a massive block of ice, with dark shadows swimming under the surface. It's extremely magical, and everyone seems to have evacuated the area. The building that the blue lizard fell onto is still covered in fresh blood but the lizard itself has been hauled over half a mile down the road to a different city square, leaving a trail of viscera that nobody has bothered to clean up yet. In that square is the only outdoor gathering of people in the entire city, some of whom have magical signatures active.

The rest of the city is similar to the one she saw out west, in terms of architectural style making use of sandstone and fondness for public gardens.

At least nobody seems to be mourning and/or burying the dead lizard.

It's... really not clear who contacted her. If people here speak Germanian, though, she can just land and ask.

She'll be detected anyway; she's presumably being detected right now. Illusions don't do anything when there are this many mages around and there's no fight to distract them. She might as well approach the gathering near the dead lizard.

Tanya dismisses her illusion and flies down at a courteously slow speed (that is, giving everyone plenty of time to react and slowing down well in advance of the ground). Is anyone going to approach her or does she need to guess who to talk to?

Most of the people on the ground studiously ignore her arrival. There's a small group of entities that resemble animals on two legs lined up against a wall who become agitated as she touches down, though they're too restrained to do anything more than whine pitifully. The rest are still absorbed in tasks ranging from cleaning their weapons to filling out paperwork (a job that seems to have been delegated entirely to the mages). The dead lizard's mouth has been tied shut with a length of cord, and its wings have been hacked off and left to sit on the road next to it.