[Aymeric automatically straightens his posture as this stranger starts talking to them. He seems... young, to say the least. Short and soft-looking to him. This hardly seemed appropriate, but it was less his business.

He was tired, but he figured he could use a little company more talkative than his friend. He looked him over a moment more before deciding. ]

Come, sit, then. [His voice is warm, though weary, his manner very elegant and cultured. He pulls out a seat next to himself to spare Estinien and the stranger from one another. ] We've only just arrived in this place. You may call me Ser Aymeric. This is my friend, Ser Estinien.