2026-03-15 10:43 - 13:47 PST
Thalia met with Clyde Henderson, an elderly ghoul of over a hundred years. Apparently, his age was finally catching up with him, he wasn’t healing right. This wasn’t a courtesy call, though. Thalia was here for information on Clyde’s former domitors, Amalia White and Gloria Wyles.
Clyde seems terrified to recall the memory, but Thalia is able to calm him and convince him to speak. “That scrooge Wyles forgot one thing, ghouls can know all sorts of tricks. I had a Nos drinking buddy in the late 60s, taught me a little somethin bout hiding and sneaking. Got really good, too.” “So good that Wyles didn’t catch me when I listened in on her little chat with White. Now what you gotta know is that in 68, there was a blood hunt on Amalia’s fine husband. Amaranth, they said. Just so happened to learn that Amalia, from that little chat, was the one who got the old Prince Sterner to call it.” “And, Amalia was the one to finish the hunt.” “I could have sworn she saw me, though. I ran and I ran, thinking the axe would drop every day. Never did, I still don’t know why.”
“I see. And has she avoided Elysium’s ever since? Or am I reading this wrong?”
“Wyles vanished at the turn of the century. Gone off to the Beckoning fairyland. White’s got her spot, now.”
Everyone else was too new or too stupid, in Clyde’s words, to actually check Amalia. Thalia left him to his lesson on Celerity.
Additional Notes from Sand
# camarilla gossip plotline pt. 1
thalia visits the very public thin-blood community center that for some ungodly reason outlived the hidden scourge of sacramento
it is said to be well-guarded, but considering the anarch track record no one knows what that actually means. Today's vigil consists of a single elderly drunk.
thalia saps the ghoul for information, learning amalia white went after her husband in a blood hunt and killed him in 1968