Patrolling the lands to the north, that was their task, and Alexander Umber hated it. He - the second son of lord Greatjon Umber - hated orders like that. He wanted to fight in the battles and discuss strategies with The King in the North, just like his father and older brother did, not riding down small, deserted roads with a bunch of loud and annoying men. But nobody cared about the second sons, as the wouldn't become future lords, and thus the were given the trivial tasks - the type of tasks non of the lords would want to carry out.<br/><br/>They had been marching around for a week now, and nothing remotely exciting had happened - no bandits, no angry peasants, not even a single Lannister scout. Just when Alexander was about to call it a day and set up camp, the sounds of a horse grew louder. With a swift movement of his hand he silenced his man as they slowly rode around the bend in the road. There, they found a woman clad in black walking beside her horse. As his men quickly surrounded the woman, he opened his mouth to speak. "My, my. What do we have here, a lonely rider? Who might you be, dear?"