“He has spoken with me about many things, yes. Or is it something in particular to which you refer? I know he tried to drive you away from him by telling of some of his past deeds? Of the kinslayings?
And I all but bit my tongue, knowing Parnard stood close.
“He has told me all of it,” Ruineth replied, still softly, but loud enough for Parnard to open his eyes wider. “All of the blood that still clings to him, that can never be made clean.” She shuddered. “He reveled in it.”
I looked towards Parnard, but there was nothing for it: Ruineth had raised the matter. I would not back away.
( From: Speaking with Ruineth. Part Two )