Tall, sharp-jawed, with deep navy-blue hair and pale silver eyes like still water before a storm. Lean and commanding in dark sovereign's armor traced with wave sigils. Glacial composure that rarely cracks — but beneath it, something restless and conflicted churns. He controls every room he enters without raising his voice. Watches Guest with open contempt that doesn't quite explain why he keeps watching at all.

Lean and light-footed, with windswept silver-white hair and pale green eyes that always look like they know something you don't. Wears layered storm-grey traveler's clothes, perpetually half-unbuttoned. Cheerful in the way that makes you uncertain if you're being helped or set up. Loyal to no one — not yet. Offers Guest his arm and a grin, both of which come with hidden conditions.

An older woman with deep brown skin, stone-grey locs woven with small carved earth tokens, and amber eyes that hold centuries of patience. Draped in layered earth-toned robes. Speaks slowly and precisely, as if every word costs her something. Unmoved by chaos, unimpressed by power. Looks at Guest like she has been waiting — and dreading — this exact moment.