Mab had to move into Southwark to meet the captain who carried her cargo. Fortunately it wasn't that far out of the way for her as she'd been spending time in Lewisham of late anyway. Grimalking was still strolling the streets of the territory she was claiming along with several others so it gave her a moment to slip away to pick up the order of rare books she'd been expecting. Sometimes it was very convenient to be the type of thing that lived for ages. It meant she had plenty of time to accumulate wealth enough to indulge in her own pursuit of useful tomes. Not that the fae really needed to worry about money anyway, a little glamor and they could hand over gold bars if they needed to. It was unnecessary now.

She stood on the stone wall of the lock and looked out over the smaller craft waiting for the captain to meet her when he'd promised. She had gone to a lot of trouble for this but it was rare to get access to books from the middle east. The humans there were nearly as exclusionary as the fae and guarded their treasures like dragons. The sun had set an hour ago and it was probably not the safest place for a woman to wait for a shady captain but if she was worried it did not even remotely appear on her face. Other sailors moved around her, only glancing occasionally in curiosity other than an occasional offer from a sailor coming back from a pub. She simply fixed the sailor with her coldest look and then turned away dismissing his importance completely. The most recent time with less than positive results. It took the sailor a moment to understand he'd been rejected, and then a moment longer for his face to turn red with embarrassment and anger.

From the outside it probably looked like she didn't notice the man advancing threateningly toward her back.