There are a lot of unconscious birds lying around in a circle. Rather large birds. You’ve seen them earlier tonight… or rather, later, going by the actual progression of time.
There’s also no wizard. But there is a cloak on the floor in the middle of the birds. You don’t detect any time ether around it, though, so if its wearer vanished, it was by other means.
You do, however, detect traces of ether around all the birds. That’s strange. Were they being commanded by a mental link?
Well, whatever happened here, it seems your new ally is safe for now. You float back down to continue following them. Some distance away, they get out of the box.
“Don’t even know if I’m going in the right direction,” they grumble quietly. “It would be nice to get a signal if I am.”
Well, you’re not very familiar with this part of town, but knowing where the festival stage is, you determine that you are, in fact, getting closer. So you age a leaf until it changes color and falls off, right in front of the wizard’s face.
“Color’s off, I guess that’s you,” they mutter. “Well, can you direct me from here?”
Maybe can speed up the wind to make the sign outside the blacksmith flap for his attention. Let’s get those manacles off!