"Ah, that's too bad." He sighed and then gave a shrug. Vincent took the handshake as he introduced himself. "Vincent Asher. And I-" The gust of wind made him turn around immediately. He flipped his hood on shut his eyes, listening to the screams of distress. The winds stilled, giving him time to realize the sand was black. "This is new..." As Kiara nodded her farewells, the storm seemed to start again, and he was in the middle of the town. He let out a short groan, not wanting to get sand in his mouth. 

The only place he could go to now was the tavern, but the storm picking up deterred him from knowing which was it was. "What a pain." Being in the middle of a storm of unusual black sand was not the number one thing on his list. Sleep in fact, could've been number one. He tried retracing his steps, but he continuously ended up at the fountain. At least he knew for certain that he was still in the middle of town. "I should really leave...before this kills me or something." Now he was concerned about actual safety.

Surprisingly enough, he was once again fortunate. That was two for two on his luck streak. How long would this last? Unable to speak through the storm now, Vincent rather calmly offered the female traveler's assistance. [i]'This is why acquaintances are always nice to have.'[/i] His thoughts were interrupted as Kiara tugged him along so he wouldn't get lost. It took a minute or so, but they did eventually reach the tavern. 

The male took his hood off, and dusted the black sand off himself. "Well that was eventful.", was the first thing that came out of the male's mouth. He was impressively calm still and once again took a seat on a stool- the same one to be exact. "Thanks Kiara. For the guide here. I would've had to wander my way out of that." He noticed the others cowering for safety, slowly catching on to the fearful expressions. "By the way, Miss?" He spoke to the lady in the yellow dress as if he had never left. "Correct me if I'm wrong... Black sand, that's not normal around here is it?"