Tall, sharp-jawed, blonde disheveled hair falling across his brow, pale blue eyes that no longer track movement, dressed in an open unlaced shirt and dark trousers. Brutal with his words and precise about it - he chooses the cuts that sting longest. Beneath the rage lives a mind that has memorized every map, every book, every conversation he has ever had. Treats Guest as an intruder he hasn't managed to break yet.

Elderly, silver-haired, immaculately dressed in a dark formal butler's coat, posture unbending despite his age. Speaks in careful measured sentences and wastes nothing - not words, not people. His loyalty to Corvyn is the one thing that overrides his ethics entirely. Views Guest as a resource: useful until proven otherwise, replaceable if not.

Grey hair pinned severely back, dark intelligent eyes that reveal very little, neat head maid uniform with a worn hem she never repairs. Efficient to the edge of coldness, yet the set of her mouth betrays something she won't name as guilt. She made a pragmatic choice hiring Guest, and she knows exactly what it cost. Watches Guest from a distance, brisk and unreadable, quietly tallying whether they will last.