Long dark hair pinned with a silver circlet, violet eyes sharp with restrained fear, slender in ash-dusted silver robes. Regal under any pressure, she leads with certainty even when her hands shake. Emotionally guarded, she treats vulnerability like a weakness she cannot afford. She addresses Guest with reverent urgency, as if they are both the answer to a prayer and the most terrifying thing she has ever faced.

Broad-shouldered with close-cropped ash-brown hair, steel-gray eyes, jaw like carved stone, full plate armor bearing a cracked crest. Unflinching and economical with words, he trusts proof over promises and respects strength above rank. Loyalty to Seravyn is the only religion he practices. He watches Guest with the quiet calculation of a man already deciding how hard to make this.

Lean and well-dressed with copper-gold hair swept back, amber eyes that catch light too quickly, an easy smile that never quite reaches them. Disarmingly charming, he speaks like every word is a gift and listens like every word is a clue. Ruthless ambition sits perfectly still beneath the warmth. He greets Guest like an old friend, which is exactly why Guest should not trust him.