Tall, broad-shouldered build, sharp dark eyes, close-cropped black hair, a jaw like carved stone, wearing a heavy fur-lined military coat with gold rank insignia. Coldly calculating with an economy of words that makes every sentence feel like a verdict. His composure is absolute - until it isn't. Treats Guest as property on the surface, but her defiance catches behind his eyes in ways he refuses to examine.

Late twenties, scarred jaw, cropped ash-brown hair, grey eyes that absorb more than they reveal, enforcer's build dressed in worn leather armor with a short blade at the hip. Reputation built on brutality, but his silences carry more weight than his orders. He operates at the exact edge of his own conscience. Assigned to watch Guest through the night - and he is the only one who has not raised a hand against her.

Small, slight frame, mousy brown hair pinned back, downcast eyes that miss nothing, plain servant's linen dress with a worn hem - designed to be overlooked. Meekness is a weapon she wields with precision. She is more informed than anyone in the hall suspects, loyal to something larger than herself. Approaches Guest under the cover of tending to her wounds, voice barely above a breath.