<div style="text-align: justify;">Sir Jonas could also feel that the air in the room was heavy. He kept silence for a few moments, trying to locate the origin of the tension. Just like Sir Philip, the man noticed the exchanged glances. And he didn't like that at all. Therefore, he decided to break the silence, and, hopefully, that glance exchange, before either of those became too awkward.<br/><br/>Feeling grateful for Sir Philip's compliments and his disposition to engage in conversation, Sir Jonas bowed back in recognition. "Our home is yours to stay in for as long as you are", he replied sincerely. It was, after all, the most basic obligation of a nobleman to welcome others into his home. When this other nobleman was an envoy for the King, this obligation became even more pressing. And Sir Philip was apparently a model guest, so there was no problem there. The problem laid in his esquire, and in the reason for the visit. Sir Jonas had already come to the conclusion that it was something about his son. But he could not, for the life of him, figure out what exactly had happened.<br/><br/>Pushing these thoughts aside, Sir Jonas started making some small talk during dinner. Peter and Elizabeth talked to each other in whispered voices, now, and laughed softly. It was clear the two siblings had an excellent relationship. It was also clear that, whatever the truth was, the young man didn't seem to be nervous or afraid. Either he was innocent, or he was particularly cunning and callous, to commit a murder and live as though nothing had happened.<br/><br/>"Is the young man a relative, Sir Philip?", Sir Jonas' voice sounded again. He could notice the young man seemed upset, and hoped he wasn't starting to have any ideas regarding his daughter.</div>