In one of the unlit corners of the room a plum of orange smoke burst silently from the ground, reaching up to the sky for a brief second before dissipating... and there sits a mad man. Two glowing eyes stare out from the corner, burning with madness but never blinking. A massive and twisted grin stretched from ear to ear, his lips never moving, not even twitching. Two large daggers were clutched in his hands, in a tight vice grip.
There sits none other than Shaco the Demon Jester, sitting on the ground, cross legged as he watches the sudden crowd with a look of madness. He doesn't move, at all. His eyes never blinks, he doesn't even seem to breath, he simply sits madly in the corner watching the group in silence... grinning a very wide grin.