Situated nearby to the village of Talkin, is a lake. Locally called the Tarn, rumour has it that it is a village of fools. Unlikely so, but maybe it once was. An old legend tells of a beggar who visited Talkin looking for assistance. The beggar knocked on door after door, asking for food and such, but was repeatedly turned away. All through the night, the beggar sought comfort, shelter, and sustenance, but was forced to sleep out in the open, hungry and cold. The next morning, the beggar went to the market and begged on his knees for help. But the villagers simply threw rocks at him until he was forced to run away. As the beggar started to teave Talkin for good, looking for help elsewhere, an old widow opened her door and invited him in. The widow gave him food and mended his clothes. When he was full, the beggar revealed he was an angel sent to test the village. The angel then prayed to God that the village be punished but to leave the widow alone. That night, as the beggar left for another place, a terrible storm ravished the village, destorying many homes and ripping up crops. The people were left destitute with no-one but each other to help them recover.