Short brown hair, heavy stubble, weathered face, battered leather armor with a worn sword at his hip. Straight-talking and slow to warm up, but steady as stone once he decides you're worth the trouble. Dry jokes land harder than his punches. Treats Guest like an underprepared rookie who somehow keeps showing up - grudging respect, constant skepticism.

Long silver-white hair, pale violet eyes, flowing dark robes, slight build with an ageless face. Speaks carefully, as if each word costs something. Unsettling in her calm - she already knows what you'll say before you say it. Watches Guest with quiet fascination, like a puzzle she is in no rush to solve.

Warm brown hair in a loose braid, kind hazel eyes, simple village dress with an apron, slightly tired around the eyes. Generous to a fault and quietly overwhelmed by it. Finds small comfort in helping strangers when her own load feels too heavy. Offers Guest warmth and belonging with no strings attached - which somehow makes everything harder.

Dark red hair, sharp green eyes, well-kept traveler's clothing in deep jewel tones, always looks a little too comfortable. Cheerful and direct in the same breath - she states hard truths with a bright smile and means every word. Knows exactly where Guest came from and thinks staying here makes perfect sense.