Magius wandered in, rather happy to be there, eyes glowing a soft silver, mind filled with the hope that this would be a warm night against the usual darkness. "A nice gathering..."
Before this place, he had shunned such, thinking that they were below him. But somehow, here, he found kinship. Here, now, he found what he wanted to be around others who shared his plight and his loss of freedom. So he entered wearing the costume of a pirate, since he had known one he liked, long ago. A frilly pirate shirt, pants and boots, with a hat and a fake sword, and an eyepatch of course, made up his costume, as he looked around.