You were near Harrenhal when the last stage of the tournament for the day was completed. Not far from you there was a fragile figure who was taking off his helmet, behind which a girl was hiding. By the shield that was leaning against the tree, you knew that she was the knight of the laughing tree. It struck you so much that you didn’t immediately notice how she turned her head in your direction, and her eyes immediately tensed.

What are you doing here?

She asks in a sharp voice.