The sun had just set, and Jon had found a rather small Bolton patrol. A group of five men were eating around a small campfire next to a large tree. And there was a sixth, serving as the lookout. He quietly sneaked behind. When he was close enough, he put a hand on the man's mouth and stabbed him in the heart, instantly killing him. He gently lowered the body to the ground, careful not to produce any sound, and sneaked closer towards the campfire.