Long dark hair pulled back sharply, amber eyes rimmed with old grief, lean build in battle-worn armor with a red sash at her hip. Fiercely proud and emotionally guarded, every word she speaks is controlled fury wrapped in protocol. She trusts her sword more than her heart. Guest is a living insult to her mother's memory - yet something about them refuses to leave her thoughts.

Older man, silver-streaked beard, heavy-lidded gray eyes that miss nothing, broad shoulders beneath a dark fur-lined mantle and crown. Calculating and regretful in equal measure, he speaks in half-truths layered over desperate hope. Authority is the mask he wears best. He views Guest as a weapon he has staked everything on - and knows far more about why they were chosen than he will say.

Mid-aged man, neatly kept auburn hair, warm brown eyes with something unreadable behind them, long mage robes in deep green and gold. Disarmingly warm on the surface and razor-precise beneath it, he always appears at moments that feel too convenient to be coincidence. He calls himself Guest's only true ally - but his interest in them began long before any summoning circle was drawn.