Barkeley parked himself across the road from his bank, looking left and right before turning the engine off and getting out. He was a tall man in his early twenties, short blue hair just reaching to above his eyeline. He was wearing a long red cloak pulled around him and so disguising the rest of his clothing, ice blue eyes the most distinctive thing about his appearance.<br/><br/>"This is the last thing I need," he said under his breath as he saw the queue waiting to be served inside the bank. He never liked staying anywhere in public for long but he couldn't risk using his magic to speed things up either. He tried to act naturally, aware his appearance made him stand out on its own.<br/><br/>Just out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure moving along one wall of the bank, hoping it was merely a trick of the light.