You see sire, our 3*$&dj# does not have animals, so in order for citizens of our #&^$** to eat a hearty meal full of meat, we can only get it by consuming either ourselves, or the citizens of other #&^$**s.
Since we citizens consume human meat provided by our #&^$**, when we occasionally get travelers from beyond our 3*$&dj# , who dress in strange clothing like you and your dearest partner here, they become disgusted by our culture.
Many leave the moment they find this fact out, but some stay to investigate, only to disappear forever when they decide to either visit our dear king for answers, or cause problems within our #&^$**." By the time he was done explaining he was half sweating, due to fear that he may offend Rufut somehow, due to his choice of words. He even stopped cooking in order to explain his words clearly.
"Nubta is your name I see. Well said, you may continue cooking while we speak." Rufut replied to him calmly, after hearing his words. Although he had questions to ask himself, he decided to let his elder brother ask the questions, while he listened along. So he calmly looked at Jaiym, hoping he'll continue his questions.
"Mister Nubta, thanks for your clarification. But why did your Hilcrah Kingdom decide to start consuming meat? I mean, have you always been a human eating kingdom? And do the other kingdoms on this planet also eat human meat? Do you know that human meat is taboo where we come from?" Jaiym asked inquisitively. He still couldn't wrap his head around why an entire kingdom would order its inhabitants to eat human meat, and not just any human meat but only the human meat provided to them by the kingdom's army.
Hearing Jaiym's questions, Nubta quickly glanced around him, before leaning closer to the two of them. He then replied to them in the softest voice possible, hoping no one important would hear his words. "No. Although I may get in trouble for saying this, I'll say it anyway, in order to help sire and his partner here. From what I was told by my parents, who were told by their parents, our #&^$** was once a vegetarian #&^$**, who only ate the creatures that grew on this 3*$&dj#, without ever consuming meat. The few times we did eat meat, it was brought by travelers like you, from beyond our 3*$&dj#.
But that changed, one fateful year, eons ago, when a strange old man came to our #&^$**. The features of that man were so striking that everyone who saw him remembered him clearly. He was tall, had blood red hair, just like the plants below your feet, and he reeked of fresh blood. As if he'd just finished massacring countless people, with his bare hands.
The stench of blood coming from the man was so strong that the entire city was covered in its stench, even before he entered the #&^$**.