It's easy enough to use the flow of the crowd to get them close, and Anders starts up with small balls of force magic, juggling three of them rather than the four he was earlier. He wants to blend, not show off and distract.

"--could talk about how you've yet to address my concerns," a skinny man dressed in black slashed with scarlet is saying. His sleeves are horribly poofy, an unfortunate trend that made people look like they needed to be shoved into the nearest waterway in Anders' opinion.

An older woman, fair coloring and robes made for a hot climate suggesting that she's from the Anderfels, sighs heavily. "Which concerns do you have now? You've a new one every day. I can't be the only one having trouble trying to keep up with them."

"I think it's that his pants are threatening to fall down." This is from a sharp-nosed man who sounded Tevene, eyes hard and glittering.

The skinny man flushes, and his voice a moment later suggests it's anger. "I speak of the challenges of shipment, which you should be concerned with as well."

Anders doesn't glance toward Prompto, but he does turn a little so they're more at his side and easier to hear out of one ear. This could be important.