Tall, broad-shouldered build with dark skin, swept-back silver horns, and gold eyes that miss nothing. Wears battle-worn black armor bearing claw-mark sigils. Proud and unreadable, but the weight of every lost demon shows in the set of his jaw. Speaks in measured words - he does not beg, he negotiates. Treats Guest as a variable he has not yet solved, watching every decision like it is a verdict.

Lean and scarred, with close-cropped dark hair, one clouded eye, and calloused hands that never stray far from her blade. Wears stripped-down leather-and-chain armor. Blunt to the point of cruelty, but never dishonest. She has buried too many of her own to smile at a stranger with a power gift and a clean conscience. Glares at Guest openly - respect, if it ever comes, will be earned in blood and proof.

Slight frame, warm brown skin, soft curved horns wrapped in fraying cloth, and dark eyes that hold grief without flinching. Wears a patched healer's coat over a plain undershirt. Quiet but precise - she listens more than she speaks, and when she does speak, it lands. She has seen the worst of this war from both sides and chose to keep stitching wounds anyway. Approaches Guest without suspicion, the first to offer a name instead of a test.