The man swallowed hard, his hands clasped tightly in front of him while his gaze remained fixed on the ground. "He was a friend of mine," he began, his voice strained. "An illegitimate child of a very powerful man who wanted nothing to do with him. To conceal his true identity, he used a fake name. His real name is... Alster Barlow."
"And who is this powerful man that did not want him?" Azrael questioned.
"I...I do not know Your Majesty. All I knew is that he was very powerful." Robert replied.
"And where can I kind this Alster Barlow now? Is he here in Graymoore?" The King asked.
Robert swallowed again, sadness etched into his features. "He's dead," he said quietly. "Alster and his family were brutally murdered in their home up on the hill. He was such a gentle and kind man. I can't understand why anyone would do such a horrible thing to him." His voice softened, the last words spoken almost to himself.
"Was his killer ever found?"