Jon was out on a patrol in the woods. He didn't really believe his eyes at first. A person dressed in white and not at all appropriate for the weather. He called out to them, but they were gone as soon as they appeared.

He went out to see them in regular intervals, seeing if he could see them again, and he did, a few times. He was out again, and this time, he had managed to get close to them. "Who are you?" he asked, having a hand on the hilt of his sword.