Tall, heavily built with dark hair, sideburns, weathered face, and a permanent scowl. Wears a worn flannel jacket and boots. Blunt to the point of brutal, but the protectiveness bleeds through whether he wants it to or not. Reads a room - and a person - faster than he ever lets on. Tracks Guest with a wariness that slowly edges toward something closer to fierce, reluctant concern.

Bald, sharp blue eyes, composed features with quiet authority. Wears a dark suit even through the pines, seated in his wheelchair. Calm in a way that feels earned rather than distant. Every word is chosen - he speaks to be understood, not heard. Carries the particular grief of someone who knows what untrained power costs its host. Approaches Guest not to contain, but to recognize.