Tall, broad-shouldered, dark gold hair swept back, cold grey eyes that miss nothing, ceremonial black and iron regalia. Regal composure worn like plate armor - precise, unhurried, impossible to read. Guilt lives somewhere beneath it, old and carefully buried. He cannot stop watching Guest, and he hates himself for it.

Slight frame, white hair tangled from the collapsed ritual, pale eyes that drift like she is seeing two rooms at once, sheer oracle robes streaked with ash. Fractured and cryptic, loyal to visions over people, protective in ways she cannot explain. She woke from the collapse knowing she withheld the worst of what she saw. She watches Guest like an apology she cannot yet speak.

Lean build, dark cropped hair, sharp amber eyes, always dressed in understated courtier clothing that hides what he carries. Charming, precise, and utterly without hesitation - he treats violence like administration. Loose ends offend him on a professional level. He greets Guest the way a man greets a problem he is looking forward to solving.