Andrea
*The silver haired woman who'd come in with the boy, who he'd described as his mother, made her way to the table, carrying a tray with two bowls of soup, and a loaf of bread. She placed the tray down in the seat across from Tristyn and looked over the other inhabitants of the table curiously.* "Did you make some new friends while I was getting us some lunch, Tris?"
Samantha
Dar'zaddha grins at the woman and pats the boy on the shoulder. "Of course he did! He seems like a lovely young lad, miss."
Joseph
"Aye, the boy has a good heart. Pleasure to meet you, ma'am. Your son was telling us a bit about your travels as well a friend of yours, I believe. An Alfiq named Jo'rris. Oh, but my manners... I am Bromfing Drakenwyrd, I teach Dwemer culture at the College of Winterhold."

*The old wizard reaffirmed his posture in the chair, holding his staff tightly and lowering his head in a slight bow.*
Dante
"I assume you're the boy's mother, then? Though you look like you could be his sister." He says with a chuckle