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.
Another nod. "She's mentioned them - it seems like they might be the next easiest to help after the whitemages."
"She already knows how to work with memories. She'll need to see what exactly their dwindling does, but one of the mental defense techniques she already knows might be enough for them."
Deskyl leans against the wall and closes her eyes, and gestures after a moment for the whitemage to go ahead.
"She says she should be able to block the dwindling, at least for whitemages and probably for everyone. It's going to be tiring for her, though."
"Yes Ma'am. She's willing to do it anyway, at least when she's already here."
"I'm sure there will be, Ma'am, but we don't know what they are yet. Perhaps we can come back in a week or two; we'll know more then and Deskyl will be ready to heal the whitemages again."
"It would be helpful for her to meet the redmage first, Ma'am, so she knows who to watch, but she can do it from a distance after that."