He first raised an eyebrow at what was becoming of the corpses–it was some questionable, shady stuff, but that never matter to anybody. “In the Dojo? Hell if I know. Probably too often,” He replied. “I don’t spend much time in one place, but from what I’ve heard, the place is a riot.” He shoved his ash-covered hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, jumping up to sit on one of the many empty vendor stalls in the plaza.