[Aymeric is just standing about after a long morning shift of guarding. He's out to buy some clothes from an outdoor market vendor— his Lord Commander's uniform is entirely too showy for day-to-day here. And moreover, it's far much more of a pain to change in and out of his Commander's attire than his skimpy guard uniform.

He turns around when he is spoken to- His face still hidden beneath the guard issued mask. This small miqo'te woman seems awfully familiar...? He hadn't seen her around here yet, though. That was for certain. He gives her a polite toe-tap-bow, as is customary for any polite Elezen man.]

Hail. My sincere condolences in the matter of your arrival here. Forgive me if I speak too plainly, yet I find this realm detestable. Her leaders are cruel, her people are strange, and her lands are unforgiving and unpredictable. I must admit that my feelings differ considerably from the natives. The eccentricities of this land take some getting used to.