Jander Mulboon had enjoyed the past week, being able to walk amongst wizards and witches in a town free of the fear of molestation was quite ... exhilarating.
As he strolled along High Street, he was stopped by a fellow who complimented him on his singing the previous week at the pub night ("You look so familiar - oh, you're that bloke with the wonderful voice! Righto!").
Jander gave a courteous nod and thanked the man before turning to move on. He got the strangest feeling, like he was being watched. He shrugged it off as no more than his vampiric senses running wild - as his were prone to done when he hadn't fed in awhile.