Malcolm arrives to the Elysium wearing a black sports coat over a silky violet button up shirt with black dress pants and dress shoes. His black hair is cut short and stylized into a slick faux hawk. A pair of thin back glasses barely hide his wild green eyes. A wide smile has set upon his smoothly shaved face as he considers the Kindred gathered,

"For those who still care, I first wish you a Happy Holiday. May you find some amount of peace or whatever you're looking for in all this Holiday ceremony."

His eyes scan the gathered Kindred for another moment, "Now to my main point of getting your attention. For those of you who I have not yet met, my name is Malcolm Malveaux, of Clan Malkavian. I now stand as Malkavian Primogen, which means all business of Clan Malkavian now comes and goes through me. If you have business for us or in our territory, I am the Kindred you approach," his charming smile does not fade from his face as he lets the words settle.

He then continues, "If any here have standing agreements with our Clan you need to approach me so that we may consider these terms and agreements. Otherwise, I would hope not to find you in our territory uninvited or unannounced." There is a certain tone behind the last sentence that carries a sense of sharp finality.

"That is all I wish to take your time for, I hope to get to meet and know each of you soon."