You dip your hand into the pocket that bulges with interesting angles. The Mysterious Stranger abruptly turns, pulling their cloak away from you. You don't get a good look at their face, just their eyes: [...]. Then they're away.
A fire wagon is passing, urchins are jumping out of its way, and a costermonger is hollering about the damage to her mushrooms. In the commotion, [...] from the offices of Baseborn and Fowlingpiece. Now, what's this about your mark's physician...?
