The eyes of Varsinax were glowing. Clearly, he was something supernatural. He looked at Soreen. If Soreen was a human, or an elf... a vampire, demon, devil, angel... Varsinax would be able to detect that.
It was at this moment the greatest hero of Ayenee entered the lands of the vampire tavern his shiny black shell glistened in the evergloom of the night he could see the people outside of the tavern. His stilted legs carried him onward as his large tennis shoes pounded upon the gravel. As he screamed aloud to draw the attention of the fiends he declared himself " Nicotien the Good Black M and M has come for vengeance, or drinks!"
The diminutive MnM moved towards the tavern a little annoyed that he wasn't there yet next to the others to see the reverence that would be plain as day in their eyes when he was near enough but no he would not yet be upon the stoop of the tavern such things took time when you were as tall as a three year old child. He could feel an alien gaze upon his hardened shell as he flicked his eyes back and forth looking for the source of the tingle that resonated across the candy surface but he was not able to see the fiend.
"Oh how wonderful." The echoing voice continued...until the strange visitor reached into his pocket and flicked a switch, turning off the voice manipulator which sat on the collar of his shirt. "I apologize." He cleared his throat and looked at Soreen and the others. "My name is Jester. I was supposed to meet someone here. I assume it's you because..." He glanced toward the big stumpy candy. "I know it's not him."