Thalia in the basement

In the Hahnestery's vast, old basement with stone walls, Thalia, an elegant elderly woman, tackles a mountain of dusty clutter. Her snow-white ponytail sways as she works. The basement is a treasure trove of vintage junk, including old rusty machine shop tools like a lathe and drill press, all coated in a thick layer of dust.

Two Clyde-lets, offspring of Clyde, hover nearby, their tails flickering as they supervise her efforts. Thalia's large gold hoop earrings and tight-fitting gold collar glint in the dim light, adding a touch of elegance to her practical attire. She moves methodically, her boots leaving faint prints in the dust as she sorts through the junk, her crowsfeet deepening with each determined sweep of her gloved hands.