"I learned that my uncle's chambers were also defiled...with what, I do not know. And yes, it was a heart, liver and skin. And so much blood."
Yes, definitely not time for breakfast. Tymor felt his stomach churn uncomfortably but kept his expression neutral. He didn't want to look weak, after all.
"I can't discern any sort of motive beyond simply being sick-minded and seriously disturbed. It wasn't the work of an amateur...and yet, a professional assassin wouldn't have troubled himself with gifts."