It falls to me to inform you that Rodolphus, your loyal servant, has been killed. He was taken from us, tortured with a skill that I myself must concede was artful, and returned as a ruined and broken body. I know not who was responsible, but I will learn. And I will have their blood for his.
I know it is no longer my place to make such requests, but I am in need of your counsel. I beg of you, my Lord, allow me the honour of your presence. Please.