Fang wondered around the blood market, looking for fresh blood, unlikely, with his left hand resting on the hilt of his katana. Both parts of his daishô hung on the left side of his belt, katana higher than the wakizashi. He stopped outside a small stand, smelling fresher blood than the rest there. He was standing sideon to the stall and he turned his head to face the booth. He turned the rest of his body towards the cubicle and slowly advanced on it, hand still resting on his daishô.