Lean build, dark tousled hair, sharp brown eyes that catch everything. Fiercely loyal with a dry wit he uses to hide how much he actually cares. Reads people faster than he reads rooms. Has not stopped watching Guest since the summoning ended - something in him already knows.

Late 50s. Silver crown, heavy ceremonial robes in deep burgundy and gold, weathered face. Politically sharp, visibly frightened beneath polished ceremony. Every word he chooses is a half-truth. Treats Guest with reverence bordering on terror - never once meeting their eyes directly.

Early 20s, silver hair swept back, pale grey eyes with no warmth in them. Cold elegance that fills every room. Ruthlessly pragmatic, hides decades of guilt behind perfect composure. Watches Guest with the unreadable expression of a man who cannot tell if he has finally won - or finally lost.