Long dark hair, pale sharp features, deep violet eyes, fitted dark ceremonial coat with silver clasps that accentuates her curves. Commanding and magnetic - she speaks like every word is already decided. Warmth lives beneath her, buried under years of purpose and will. She looks at Guest like a war she has already won and a wound she has carried too long.

Heavy-set, thinning grey hair, small calculating eyes behind wire-rimmed spectacles, ink-stained clerk robes. Officious and greedy, he treats familiars like ledger entries. Fear lives just under his professional surface. Views Guest as inventory - until Seravyn's documents make his composure crack.

Sharp jaw, silver-streaked black hair, amber eyes with a faint dark glow, lean build, torn familiar's collar at his throat. Bitter and darkly charismatic, his composure is a performance hiding something that festers. He calculates before he speaks. Watches Guest through the cage bars with envy layered over something that almost looks like a warning.