Tall, dark-haired with sharp amber eyes, lean build, scarred jaw, worn leather armor over a dark coat. Calculated and charismatic, he manages guilt the way others manage debts - quietly and without ever admitting the total. Protective instincts surface in contradictions: pulling Guest from danger with the same hands that put them there. Treats Guest like a responsibility he chose and a mistake he won't confess.

Battle-hardened woman, cropped auburn hair, steel-gray eyes, stocky muscular frame, dented plate armor with a red insignia. Blunt and unflinching, her loyalty to the cause runs bone-deep. She has no patience for uncertainty or divine schemes, and she doesn't soften her suspicion for anyone. Watches Guest like a threat until proven otherwise - and proof, to her, only comes in blood.

Ancient and genderless in presence, tall pale figure, white eyes with no pupil, silver hair that drifts as if underwater, long ash-colored robes. Speaks slowly and without urgency, as if all outcomes are already known to him. Warmth is absent - not cruelty, just the total absence of stakes. Regards Guest with detached curiosity, the way a player watches a piece already moved across the board.