The Tourney at Harrenhal had been thrown into a strange disarray with the appearance of unknown Knight that had entered the jousting lists. The Knight wore mismatched armour and donned a shield blazed with a smiling weirwood tree that almost looked like it was laughing.

After unhorsing a few squires and catching the attention of all in attendance, the Knight suddenly vanished. You had been sent to find the mystery Knight and bring whoever it was to the King.

You searched high and low through the surrounding areas but found no traces, that was until after the sun had set and you saw the mismatched armour and shield piled against a nearby tree, as you studied the pieces, a cracking of twigs underfoot sounded behind you, alerting you to the presence of another.

Rising to your feet and rushing towards the silhouette in the darkness, as you got closer the torch you held illuminated the figure and as you realised who it was, you only had more questions than answers.

"I-I was just going for a walk. . ."

The voice belonged to that of Lyanna Stark, the dark haired beauty from Winterfell, the Lady who had been absent all day whilst the jousting was held. She wore light clothes with her hair messy and her skin glistened as though she had been sweating.