Amadeus was not surprised to hear the reason that Henry had turned Rhys. Toreadors were attracted to those of beauty and an artistic soul. The Malkavian were drawn to those that had a broken mind. For the Tremere, it always seemed to be those that had a thirst for learning. The scholars. Those who appreciated the feel of ancient parchment under their fingertips. It was why Amadeus himself had been turned. Why he had turned his own childer. And now it gave him pause when it would be so much easier to just destroy the boy and be done with him.
"I'm going to look into what happened to Henry." Not just because Rhys wanted to know what had happened to him but because he knew that the clan was going to call for it. The elder Tremere glanced around at all the scrolls and books once more. "What was Henry working on when he left? Did he say why he was leaving?" It wasn't unheard of for a Tremere to go chasing after some text or occult object, but to leave behind a newly turned childer? That was the part that Amadeus didn't get.
Crossing the room, Amadeus came to stand before Rhys. He hooked a finger under the younger vampire's chin and forced his gaze to his. It was clear from the way Amadeus' eyes searched his that he was looking for what Henry had seen in the other. It had been a while since Amadeus had felt that spark himself and sometimes he wondered if he had agreed to be sheriff not because he was intrigued by the idea but because he was bored. "Think, Rhys. Somewhere deep down you may hold the time to not only Henry's survival but your own."