This is a city, if your standards for "city" don't require skyscrapers, electricity, or plumbing. She's landed on a side street; to her left, the crosswise thoroughfare has people hollering about their things for sale, people hurrying on foot and poking along on horseback to get here and there, storefronts and apartments in two and three story structures. The street she's standing on is quieter, houses and less customer-facing businesses, though it has its share of spillover traffic; she has not yet been noticed, by that fellow leading a goat or that woman with a basket of laundry or that family all holding hands so as not to lose each other. It's a cool day, a little misty.
"Excuse me, Ma'am. My mage friend and I were accidentally sent here; can you tell us how to get to the Temple-Guild?"
"We could find someone for you, or tell you why someone acts a certain way. She helped me learn Cefaxi, but that took all day."
Well then.
Deskyl still doesn't want to head over to the Temple-Guild on this little information; they'll settle in here for now. It shouldn't be too hard to find work using her telekinesis, right?
Fine.
They go back to their campsite - they're going to have to figure out something for food, soon, but Deskyl can go another day before it's urgent at all - and set out for the Temple-Guild in the morning, Deskyl carrying DZ and speeding down the path at a good enough clip that it's still midmorning when they get there.
Deskyl is only a little tempted to vault the wall and kill them all; instead, she approaches the gate.
"Tse Deskyl and I were accidentally sent here by another mage; we were told we need permission from the Temple-Guild to work here."