Amadeus just studied Rhys for a moment before giving a nod. "Then like I said, we continue on." They may be but pretty corpses that would never change in that way. Some of them may be old enough that they'd always be stuck in the same old ways, playing the same old game, but unlife such as it was would continue on.
Gathering the last of his stuff and placing it in an older leather satchel he had brought along, the elder Tremere slung it over his shoulder. He had been the first to arrive but now he'd be the first to leave as he was no longer needed. He paused before he did though.
"The place is officially yours to do with. It and all of Henry's belongings by way of Kindred law. Unless another childer of Henry's shows up to claim it all but I doubt that is going to happen," the Sheriff pointed out before he gave a shrug and disappeared.