The docks were less crowded than she was used to. As she went about her tasks, she could feel eyes following her around; it unnerved her, though she knew it was her outfit that had caught their attention. The old instincts were hard to suppress, however; she had grown up with the knowledge that staying off of other people's radars led to a much less complicated existence.
She cursed under her breath as she navigated the market, checking shipping details and speaking to merchants—when someone bumped into her. The one fucking person in the docks who hadn't been staring holes through her skull, apparently.
Loch bit back the first words that came to mind when she saw who the man was. She'd seen him around the Theatre District a few times. Merrion Priddy, Mage Councilor. "No problem," Loch said, pleasantly enough. "You all right?"