"The dismembering…" Oliver began. This was the upper crust here, after all, so he could afford to explain his motivation in the action somewhat. "I do not doubt that there's some criticism for it." He put that question to the whole room, rather than just Jorah.
"Not from me, my Lord. I understand your reasoning," Verdant said.
"Nor I," Jorah said. "I only wish I could have performed the task with steadier hands. It is my weakness that has caused you to worry, my Lord. I would not have it so."
Verdant nodded his approval at the quick follow-up. Something about the response seemed vaguely Verdant-esque. Oliver narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Jorah was becoming more like Verdant with each day that passed. He did not suppose that was a coincidence.
"It was barbaric, indeed," Cormrant said blithely.
