A deep purple limo crept trough the streets almost silently. Once it reached Magnus' castle it stopped and it's door swung open.
Out comes Martin with a flourish, followed by 8 robed figures that kept their heads down. He still has the long woolen pointed hat with the large copper bell, but his eyes are there and shimmer milky white in the moonlight. His hands in the pockets of white felt coat and his silent grin showing viciously sharp teeth made the complete picture somewhat otherworldly.

With purpose in his stride he walks up to the front door waving the guards away without looking away from the door.
The massive doors swing open and Martin enters the abode, the hooded shuffle after him.
For a moment he stood in the middle of the large entrance hall. Motionless. With an expression as if trying to work out complex math in his head.
Upstairs. Living Room. Armchair. Classy.
He strolled on to the stairs and ascended. He smirked at the guards confusion. 

[i]What's going on? Why am I not shooting? Who are these people? Can he go in there?[/i]

Simple little minds.
Martin walked up to the living room and gestured for his following to wait outside. He slunk into the living room. Although he walked slowly and silently, he had no illusions of sneaking up on Magnus. He had no intention to. He stretched his arms out and smiled friendly, his fangs glistening.

"Ma҉gn͝u҉s̢! ͢Good̡ ̨t͞o̕ ̡see̕ ̵yo͢u ̡my҉ an͢cient ͏f̕r̛ie̢nd̢.̕ S̡ti͏lĺ ͝adamant̵ly iņ the͝ b̕us̕iness ͘óf r͜ưl̢íng ̴the ̴w͟or̸ld̛ I h̨èar.͝"