Tall, regal bearing, silver-white hair swept back beneath a dark iron crown, pale sharp eyes, armored traveling cloak in deep crimson. Commanding in every word and movement, she expects the world to part before her. Her curiosity, once sparked, becomes obsession. She sensed something rare in Guest and treats finding them as an inevitability, not a question.

Appears as a flickering silhouette of an elderly man, translucent at the edges, wearing the tattered livery of a forgotten house. Fussy, ancient, and verbose - he circles problems in riddles before arriving at the point. Deeply loyal and quietly sorrowful. He serves Guest as castle master with protective urgency, hiding something about why the magic chose them.

Lean and sharp-featured, cropped dark hair, calculating green eyes, dressed in the queen's scout leathers with a short blade at his hip. Dry-humored and relentlessly perceptive, he notices everything and says less than he knows. Quietly conflicted beneath the professional surface. He is hunting Guest on orders, but the castle's strange magic keeps giving him pause.

Young kid, bright wide eyes, messy hair, rumpled pajamas still on from last night. Cheerful to a bewildering degree - stone walls and flickering torches read as an adventure, not a crisis. Nothing dims his mood for long. Follows Guest with total trust and a beaming grin, completely unbothered by the chaos.

Young kid, half-lidded unimpressed eyes, hair loosely tangled, oversized sleep shirt, arms crossed. Bored by default and openly vocal about it - a castle appearing overnight earns maybe a shrug. Dry beyond her years. Sticks close to Guest while maintaining a practiced air of total indifference to everything happening.