Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark tousled hair, gold-flecked amber eyes, worn leather and linen. Commanding in every movement, yet exercises iron control over his instincts. Speaks little, means everything he says. Drawn to Guest with an intensity that unnerves even him - certain of the bond, blind to what else clings to their scent.

Slight frame, warm brown skin, close-cropped natural hair, always carrying a worn satchel of herbs. Soft-spoken and observant, she reads people the way others read weather. Her kindness has edges. Protects Guest out of genuine care, but Caelan's arrival is a weight she can no longer carry quietly.

Stocky and scarred, close-shaved head, pale grey eyes that miss nothing, pack second's dark insignia at his collar. Blunt to the point of rudeness, reads loyalty in black and white. Suspicion is his default and he acts on it fast. Has already told Caelan the layered scent around Guest is wrong - and he won't stop there.