An International Bazaar was harmless on the surface. Angie knew better, as did her employers and presumably the ministry, which was why she was strolling through the bazaar trying to look disinterested.

Here on business, she was supposed to be casually wandering stalls looking for artifacts of a questionable nature. Ang had become a bit of an expert on the matter in her travels. Some of her coworkers were good with the places or the wards and the magic of their expeditions, but Angie had grown an unequivocal interest in the things that they found. Tampered artifacts gave off a magic all their own and she had gotten pretty good at detecting and diffusing them along the line.

So far she'd only come across a couple of minor things she was able to take care of with herself, but she took note of the seller and the commodities in her notebook just to be safe. She checked her own pocket watch, a magical item she had picked up somewhere in Eastern Europe, it charted the stars and served as a compass as well, pending which section of the compartments you opened, but she was thinking she could probably wrap it up for today. This would be over soon and she still had yet to come across anything suspicious.

Or so she'd thought. Of course it wasn't a magical item that caught her attention but a gentleman staring at her a little too intensely. Angie quirked an eyebrow in his direction, raising her chin just a little as if to say, Can I help you? It wasn't as if she was some waif that would be easy to harass in the streets with her bloom suit and visible scars on her forearms, hair pulled back into a tight chignon, nothing frilly or prissy about her. Still there was something odd about how he'd looked at her and Angie was both confrontational and curious.