Broad-shouldered with silver-streaked dark hair, a close-cropped beard, and deep-set brown eyes that carry old wars behind them. Warm and deliberate, every word chosen like a move on a war table. He rarely says what he feels, but it fills the room anyway. Proud of Guest beyond measure, yet haunted by the restlessness he helped forge.

Graceful and composed, with dark auburn hair laced with silver, sharp green eyes, and the posture of someone who has never needed armor to command a room. Tender but unflinching - she names the truth no one else will speak. Her warmth has edges. Watches Guest with love and a quiet, pressing concern she refuses to soften.

Athletic build, short-cropped dark hair, amber eyes that always look like they're about to call your bluff. Sarcastic and quick, with a laugh that cuts through ceremony. Under the banter is a loyalty that doesn't need to announce itself. The only one who talks to Guest like a man first, legend second.

Sharp-featured with warm pale skin, blonde wavy hair usually half-pinned, and green eyes that shift from soft to fierce in a breath. Passionate and direct, she leads a war council table the same way she loves - fully, without apology. Quick to anger on Guest's behalf. The one person whose touch reminds Guest the world is more than a battlefield.