"This must be what I get for passing up the opportunity to stay at the last town." He mumbled low enough for her to hear. Running didn't sound so fun, but by the looks of it, Kiara was probably right. He turned his full attention to the old geezer and narrowed his eyes. Black sand. "That old guy has that sand in his eyes." Vincent whispered to Kiara. He watched the theatrics carefully. As the old man spoke, he flailed and moved about making sure everyone was paying attention. Unfortunately, everyone was. And not only to him, but to the two travelers. Every small movement they made was under someone's eye. 

Even the lady in the yellow dress had grown weary. She stepped away from them, gravitating towards the citizens. If those two were behind the legend then all she could really do was beg for mercy. She was still standing, but she moved amongst her friends and family trying to hold her ground. But every time she caught their gaze, her eyes would avert to the ground or off to the side. A loud gasp was heard when the old guy died. People drifted toward him to check, only clarifying his death. While they weren't looking, the lady in the yellow dress glanced behind her bar counter to make sure her weapon of defense was still there. It was only for emergencies like bandits or threats...but this was a pretty big emergency too. 
She didn't grab it, but she made a mental pathway in order to lunge for it if she needed to. 

The mumbles were louder, and all clearly directed towards the travelers. "What did we do to deserve such harsh judgement..." The question Vincent asked was rhetorical and he glanced over at Kiara when she spoke. He returned her statement with one of his own. "All travelers should know how. Although I think it'd be best to spare their lives and not create a myth for ourselves." 

[i]"Look at them!

"Whispering secrets and plans together!" 

"They're planning another attack!" 

"We shouldn't be so quick to judge." 

"Those legends were created way before their time." 

"Reincarnates! They are both murderers!" 

"Look how the male is so calm! He's definitely a killer!" [/i]

"This is going to be a problem..." Vincent looked over at Kiara and then glanced outside. "I don't think it's safe to make a run for it outside- not with all that sand." 

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Out of the storm, casually, Rebel walked toward Webster. He was clad in his normal red and black bartender outfit. His red hair had specks of black in it thanks to the sand so calmly shook it out. 

His dark, soulless eyes glanced up at the woman and out of spite he gave a small wave. With a grin he stepped toward Webster. "A game you say? Heh, you're games are always fun. What's this one about?" His arms crossed as he waited for an answer.