As the day started out in the town, so it did in the manor. The master of the house opened his eyes slowly and took a deep breath. Another day. Another long, grey and lonely day. With a sigh, the young man sat on his bed. His hand was stretched, as though he was looking for something. When he didn't find it, his mood rapidly changed. "Jonah!", he called out, some anger showing in the usually calm voice. A young, dark-haired man, ran in the room. "Yes, sir?". The man looked at the servant. "<span style="font-style: italic">My cane</span>", he snarled.<br/><br/>The man ran for it and picked it up, bringing it by the bed. "I am sorry, sir. It must have been moved as the room was cleaned." The young man only took a look at the servant and shook his head. "Does not matter. Is breakfast served?" The servant nodded, still a little startled. "Yes, sir. Should a tray be brought here?" The young house owner though for a moment. "No. I shall eat downstairs", he finally decided. Have Margareth prepare me a bath first."<br/><br/>The servant bowed and nearly ran away from the room to carry out his orders. In no time, the bath was ready, and the man asked to be left alone. Didn't take long until he called out for Jonah to help him dress and get to the breakfast table.<br/><br/>As this took place in the manor, a young woman arrived on the clinic. She was one of the many ladies who went there regularly to make sure everything was fine. As she took off her cloak and shook some snow off it, she started speaking. "Oh, dear, isn't the midwife in yet? Perhaps she got caught up because of the snow". Her voice sounded excited. "Do you know someone moved into the old manor? Nobody has seen his face, but I've heard it it a man. And there is no wife."