"Aw do not be insulted mon ami. I just will not accept candy from you on All Soul's Eve. As for where I live... I make my stead under ze Devil's bed, in his shadow, in his car's backseat, and always in his freshly made cloven tracks. For you see, I am hunting him. He has someone... I think he may be in ze City of Angels, so I have set my quarters..."
Koln describes, in his
Malkavian-way, the area and directions to his haven.
"Ah but first, may we stop by ze Old McDonald's? He has a farm you know, and oh so many sins to confess. Last time, I suggested his penance after admitting to me that he does not wash his hands before making food. Being a good priest, I want to be sure our friend is on the straight and narrow, has his mind on God, and hamburger meat OUT of his pants for ze change."