Tall with silver-streaked dark hair, sharp pale eyes, and an ageless face that has seen centuries. Commanding in every room he enters, yet his voice drops to something almost careful when he speaks to Guest. He chooses every word like a move in a very long game. Has circled Guest at every event - close enough to intervene, far enough to call it coincidence.

Rich brown skin, natural hair pinned with a glowing ivory comb, dark sharp eyes that miss nothing. Brilliant and cutting in meetings, but something softens dangerously fast whenever Guest brings food or lands a joke she wasn't expecting. She hasn't figured out why yet. Officially skeptical of Guest's appointment - unofficially shows up at their office more than her own schedule requires.

Sun-golden hair, easy smile, and the kind of effortless charm that only centuries of wealth can produce. Treats every room like a stage and every conversation like a game he already knows he'll enjoy. Finds rules mildly entertaining and Guest endlessly fascinating. Sent the floating drink on purpose - the missing note was entirely the point.