The streets and marketplaces of the city bustled with people.  Thalia's message was not a dominating one, but it was one that drew attention, and a healthy amount of subtle mockery behind her back.  In just a few moments, anyone really putting their finger on the pulse of the city could realize it was going through palpatations.  Something dark and foul was creeping into the culture of breezeport, something undefinable and foul from the sea breeze.<br/><br/>In one of the city marketplaces, a number of people in black robes crouched in a corner, moaning and miserable, hiding their hidden faces.  Their pain formed an island in the middle of the street, while travelers wondered when these horrible plague stricken beggars would get pulled off the street.  The pathetic creatures numbered three, and hid their faces behind their robes.<br/><br/>Out in another part of the city, a burning forge ejected black soot into the sky, where it trailed up to the clouds and briefly took the form of a human tongue pierced by a barb.  Elsewhere in the city, similarly ominous omens burst forth with alarming frequency.