In another house - the one which had just been the stage of the stranger's arrival - things were completely different. What was happening in Jocelyn's small house belonged to another world if compared to the happenings in the big manor. As the carriage was unloaded, the new lord of the house went inside. Everything about him seemed to transpire wealth, from the tip of his hat to the cane he used. The cane, for him, wasn't simply an accessory used by wealthy men. The way the man held on to it and the way it forced into the muddy ground made pretty clear it was a much needed support.<br/><br/>As the man walked in the room, a female servant in her mid-forties was already lighting candles, and it could be seen he was not an old man. A full head of light brown hair almost to his shoulders, and a young face with pale green eyes belonged to a man in his mid-twenties, maybe early thirties. His face had a somewhat indifferent expression as his eyes looked around. "Thank you, Margareth", he murmured softly. His voice was calm and somewhat deep. He limped to one of the chairs and fell on it with a sigh.<br/><br/>"Are you in pain, sir?", the woman asked, softly.<br/><br/>The young man shook his head on a negative. "No. I am simply tired. And hungry. Will you see that supper is prepared quickly? Anything hot will do. After dinner is served, you may all have your meal and rest. I will not need any help before the morning."<br/><br/>The servant bowed to her master and nodded. "Thank you, sir. Dinner will be served shortly." With these words, the woman ran off to the kitchen and started giving orders. It wasn't long before a bowl of hot soup and a glass of wine were served to the young master of the manor. He thanked his servants and ate without looking up from his plate. After his meal, the young man went up the stairs into the master bedroom, already prepared for him. Changing into dry clothes, he staired at the window for a long moment, before falling asleep with a name in his lips.