His madness subtly but undeniably permeates his domain. In modern nights, he spends most of his unlife in a house on the border of the Kindred-dominated region in the suburb of Greensdale, Wisconsin. Enslaved by Arabs while a teenager, he grew up in Muslim lands, where he learned his only dignity could come from his appearance. Jacob (obviously not his original name) is a distinguished looking gentleman that seems almost harmless to people who first met him. Once we've done the full circuit and get back to Jerusalem, we might shake and make up.
We're both still extant, both still dogging one another. I've spent a millennium playing with an open hand. Don't mistake candor for weakness, my lad.
