"The darkness hides the truth in lies, but by and by the feast of truth in shadows fills, the insatiable thirst. The thirst is clean, the thirst is dry, but the thirst must die by quenching fire but what jokes I tell may fill the bell if not laughing you go to hell" the Jester sang as he walked in, his eyes red and wide, and his scythe of bones and steel in his right hand. His step was filled with a bounce of joy, despite his intentional dark appearance. "Is this the home of Lord Magnus the gatherer of vampire kin?" He asked looking Magnus in the eye through his mask of eternal happiness.

In the back of his mind Milo was thinking of his actions, what he's done and his friend he keeps inside. The friend gave him the darkness but what he does makes life all the fun. It got him here, looking at vampires and enjoying life. Even if they all seem to eccentric especially the one he stood next to, but at least he seemed special.