He paused as steaming bowls of tripe soup and pieces of meat were set down before us.
The intense, spicy aroma filled the air. "A gift from the house," the innkeeper said—and walked away.

"Lukian had three daughters," Egon continued, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames.
"Fire-haired beauties, like you. Tanja, Anja, and Sofia.
The daughters grew up believing it was the most natural thing in the world to feast on the flesh of innocent girls.
The three young princesses amused themselves at their father's orgies, too,
eating the flesh of the young, roasted girls."