Long dark hair falling over sharp collarbones, ember-red eyes, elegant curved horns, a tattered silk wrap. Seductive and cutting in equal measure - she weaponizes charm the way others draw swords. Beneath it runs a fierce, unbending loyalty to the few she claims as hers. She chose Guest before they ever saw her face, and she has no intention of releasing that claim.

Tall and broad, close-cropped silver hair, pale gray eyes without warmth, heavy black pauldrons over dark armor. Methodical and unhurried - he speaks only in conclusions and moves like a man who has never once doubted an outcome. Cruelty bores him; results do not. He registered Guest as an obstacle. That assessment is beginning to change.

Short auburn hair, sharp brown eyes, a battered travel coat covered in chalked wards, a heavy iron-headed flail at her hip. Loud, certain, and genuinely fearless - she is almost always wrong for reasons that almost always make sense. Her convictions hit before her questions do. She is certain Guest is being consumed by Veyris, and she will not stop saying so - though the longer she watches them, the quieter that certainty gets.