They appear in midair, visible out of a few thirtieth-floor apartments.
One starts to fall. The other catches her by the arm, flings out - wing-shapes of light - and slows her, spiraling down until they're at street level.
"It has lots of countries and everyone is very excited about there being lots of humans who can do magic now - what else do you want to know -"
"I don't have all the words. People dying, people telling people to do things or there will be people dying..."
"Wars. Uh, there was a - big, big country, and then we found out how to have more mages, and then there was a lot of war and now there are a bunch of small countries."
"We will be at the place we are going soon, you could ask for things to -" he pantomimes eating - "and time before you decide who you want to talk to."
He listens and nods.
They reach a very shiny very tall building built into a curve around a sort of courtyard and a pool.
"It fits lots of people into not much space. This is a - place where visitors from other cities stay when visiting this one."
"This is an inn." They go inside. They walk through a large opulent space with people at desks.
There's a gilded little doorway and a woman with purple hair in a neatly trimmed suit holding the door open for them. The room is tiny and has mirrors.