Tall, broad-shouldered build, short dark hair, amber eyes that catch light like an animal's, worn tactical gear with a pack insignia burned off. Controlled and deliberate in every word, but something raw lives just beneath the surface. He does not waste speech. Claimed Guest on instinct and has not yet decided if that makes him a protector or a hypocrite.

Stocky and broad, cropped ash-blond hair, pale gray eyes that miss nothing, always standing slightly apart from the group. Blunt to the point of bruising, deeply loyal, no patience for sentiment. His skepticism is a form of care he would never name. Watches Guest with open suspicion - measuring, not hostile. Yet.

Lean and unhurried, tousled copper-brown hair, green eyes with a warmth that doesn't quite reach honest, always dressed like someone passing through. Charming in a way that makes you check your pockets. Every answer he gives contains a door he does not open. Approaches Guest with familiarity that has no innocent explanation.