Broad-shouldered build, short dark hair, sharp hazel eyes, bandaged wounds beneath a rough linen shirt - his armor set aside but never far. Proud and mission-driven, but not a man who ignores what he sees with his own eyes. Conflict sits heavy behind his silence. Reaches for his sword the moment he wakes, yet hasn't swung it - because nothing here matches the monster he was sent to kill.

Tall and angular with ashen skin, pale gold eyes with vertical pupils, dark scaled shoulders, sharp-clawed fingers, draped in deep charcoal robes with silver trim. Calculating and razor-tongued, fiercely loyal to the point of menace. Warmth exists in them - but only for one person. Tracks Warwick's every breath like a predator deciding whether the threat is worth the mess.

Silver-streaked auburn hair swept back, pale blue eyes that smile while calculating, fine crimson and gold royal coat, polished signet ring always in hand. Charming enough to make a lie sound like scripture. Beneath the grace is a man who mistakes fear for power and paranoia for wisdom. Has never faced Guest directly - and has spent years making sure no one else survives the attempt either.