Kiara shrugged. "Yeah, don't mention it. But you are right...." She turned to face the yellow dressed woman as well. "What's with the black sand? I've never seen anything like it." The woman looked nervous, suddenly put on the spot by the gazes of not one, but two travelers. After a few silent moments, she sighed and finally caved in.

"Alright. Not like it affects you two anyway. You'll probably be dead before you know it." The woman looked around the room, making sure everyone was safe and accounted for. At least, those lucky enough to make it in the tavern. She beckoned for the two to come closer. Kiara took the stool next to Vincent's awaiting the woman's explanation. 

"That there black sand ain't no ordinary sand," she began. "See, urban legends used to say that black sand is an omen. A sign that's something evil is gonna happen soon. Of course, back in my youth, that's all it was. A legend. But recently...." She looked around again, as if something unseen was watching her. "Folks have been dying. And not just accidental, mind you. Whole cities have been reduced in population. They say someone's going around and killing people off. These aren't some small time bandits either. Rumor's going around that this here is a planned thing. Someone [i]wants[/i] to go around killing."

The storm outside intensified, as if a testimony to the woman's words. She continued with, "They say that if that black sand gets in your eyes, you start to go crazy. You hallucinate, see all kinds of things! Then you hear a voice. Like something out of a horror story. They the voice keeps talking to you, making you panic, until you wind up stone cold dea-"

"Dead!"

The door to the tavern burst open in a frenzy and a deranged looking man, probably over the age of 60, stumbled forward into the bar sobbing and bawling his eyes out. Several people looked on in disgust and some gave him an irritated look.

"All of them dead! Cut down before the blade! The blade of despair that comes for us all!" The man raised a shaky finger and pointed to the ceiling. "He watches us even now! He who knows no mercy and speaks only lies and deceit! He comes for us! Spare me! Spare me!"