[He catches the incredulous look and responds mostly with another little shrug, this one sheepish and apologetic.

But then, his expression stills, sobers.]

He's dead. Someone's revenge, but it wasn't mine. I've heard stories that it was, but I was as surprised as anyone. Someone came into his castle and killed him and all his sons, grandsons, all his descendants. He had dozens. They poisoned the sons and left the daughters.

I'm sorry. Not a very nice story. How much more of the kydros fruit do you think we need?