Perhaps unexpected among the trees, Sansa would hear the sound of a flute being played--a slow, somewhat bittersweet melody--and if she were to investigate, she would find it coming from not only a short distance away, but from up above, in a tree. A long-haired young man sat there, sitting casually on a stout limb with his back against the trunk, dressed in clothes of an unfamiliar style but, at a glance, of fine quality, and wearing a pensive expression.