Henry. Joseph knew of Henry Stokes. The powerful Tremere had been well respected, although he rarely interacted with those outside of his clan. So the boy was a Blood Mage. But knowing how reclusive his sire was and how young he was explained so much about Rhys' manner.
It was sounding more and more like Henry had been Beckoned or a victim of the hunters or Anarchs. Poor lad. Poor Henry. It was just a mess, really.
"Of course not," he agreed, because he truly believed if anyone would not purposely abandon a childe, it would be a Tremere, especially one so young and clearly sheltered. Probably beloved. What a terrible loss.
Joseph let out short laugh at Rhys question. "Not to me," he corrected. "To the prince. Usually at court. It's often a grand affair, when a childe is ready to come into Kindred society. Very much like a Ton debutante's coming out ball from back in my day. Of course, times are very different now and it sounds as if Henry didn't get the chance."