Lyanna lay asleep in a small rock outcropping, her plate armor set to the side of her bedroll; along with the bastard sword she carried. Her body shot awake as she heard faint voices, and the loud breath of horses; instinctively grasping her sword she crawled from under the rocks. Wrapped in a grey fur cloak, which she traded some villagers a sturdy steel shield for; coming over to rest onto of a small knoll dotted with thin bushes. Looking down the trail at the company of travelers noting that they were quite well armed, narrowing her eyes she elected to stay hidden; her breath visible in the cold. She quietly crept backwards, slipping the mail haubrek she carried over her head and shoulders; the cold steel comforting over the fur. Grasping the sword in her left hand she pulled her plate helm over her head, the steel fitting well thanks to decent padding; her body would then quickly emerge from the hiding place. 

The steel links shifting audibly as her boots left imprints in the trail, standing only fifteen feet from the party she called to them; muffled somewhat beneath the helm. The clean steel of her sword glinting in the sunlight, well maintained and sharpened it's point facing the ground in her left gloved hand; hoping they weren't trouble.

"Greetings, friends what brings you so far out?"