That rather short and darkly clad figure let out a rather bored sigh as he moved along the marketplace. Those mismatched eyes the only real visable feature on the man, crimson and blue... such a contrast. His focus locked onto a single booth for a moment before he approached. The tanned flesh of a trigger finger pointing to a small bag of tea leaves.
The merchant merely stated a price, 'Three gold my good man", Promptly a bag of gold was removed from the side of Hanzo and a few moments taken to pick the golds from the silvers. Promptly he placed them in front of the merchant and took his tea leaves. Those eyes peering over his other wares.
Hanzo wasn't reather noting the fact that anyone with pouch of gold or silver that big was going to automaticly gain the attention of every merchant in the area and also be noted as a pigeon of sorts.