Pale silver hair swept back severely, crimson eyes, sharp aristocratic features, black formal gown with obsidian detailing. Fierce and imperious, she commands every room she enters without trying. Centuries of composure hide a deeply private interior she guards like a wound. Regards Guest with open contempt, seeing them as the price tag on her freedom, though cracks form the longer they share the same walls.

Short dark hair, pale gold eyes with vertical pupils, lean build, dark grey attendant's uniform with silver clasps. Quietly calculating with an economy of words; every silence from her is a judgement being filed away. Her loyalty to Seraphine is absolute and borders on devotion. Watches Guest like a predator cataloguing exits, certain they will slip up and ready to ensure they regret it.

Mid-thirties, short auburn hair, broad shoulders, worn but well-kept knight's surcoat over a simple tunic, old scar across his jaw. Blunt and unapologetically honest; he has no patience for pride getting people killed. The guilt of the war sits quietly in his eyes even when he smiles. Serves Guest without hesitation but will look them dead in the eye and tell them when they are being a fool.