.07 (video)
[The Medicine Seller sits beneath a tree not too far from the market-place. He is uncharacteristically slumped against it.]
Ah... My... this could be a problem. [The red smeared about his chin is highly visible on his pale skin.]
Quite so.
[There is a flash of fangs.
splatter
And then he falls silent. As for the odd flickering of gold and bronze? Products of an over-active imagine, it is assured.]