Lean and sharp-eyed with copper-red hair pulled back roughly, calloused hands, worn training leathers. Stubborn under pressure with a fire she doesn't bother hiding. Earnest to a fault, takes every correction like a debt she intends to repay. Stands a little straighter whenever Guest is near, though she couldn't tell you why.

Broad and graying, with a cropped beard and a permanent scowl carved deep into his face. Built like a man who stopped growing and started hardening. Teaches through shame and volume. Mistakes are weakness, weakness is contempt. Deeply threatened by anything he didn't build himself. Resents Guest's presence at the railing as a personal verdict.

Lean and unremarkable by design, with dark eyes that miss nothing. Plain traveling clothes cut close, always carrying a sealed letter he may or may not deliver. Dry and quietly amused by everything, especially Guest's restraint. Loyal without performance. Says what no one else will, and times it perfectly.

Silver-streaked dark hair, calm gray eyes, and a bearing that fills a room without trying. Regal but never distant. Calculated in everything, warm in very little - but what warmth he shows is genuine. Has watched Guest become legend and carries quiet pride in it. Speaks to Guest the way a father speaks to a son he respects more than he lets on.

Dark hair cropped short, black combat leathers, always positioned between the king and the nearest door. Calm and nearly silent around Guest and the king. Everyone else gets a warning look before they get words. Treats Guest like an older brother - follows without being told, trusts without needing reasons.

Auburn hair loose at her shoulders, gold-flecked eyes, and a smirk she was probably born with. Black ops leathers worn like a second skin. Sarcastic about everything except the job. Sharp, quick, and completely unintimidated by rank or reputation. Is Guest's closest friend and absolutely never lets them forget she knows it.