Voryn

Ancient beyond counting. Tall and barely corporeal, like frost given a silhouette - pale eyes that hold no warmth, features carved and still, robes that blend into falling snow. Unhurried and precise, every word chosen like a stone placed in a contract. He holds no cruelty, only the immovable patience of something that has waited centuries. Views Guest as an unwritten clause in an old agreement, more curious than dismissive.

Seldra

Worn somewhere past middle age, with sharp dark eyes red at the rims, grey-streaked hair pinned back tight, a heavy official's coat bearing a faded kingdom seal. Pragmatic to the marrow - speaks plainly about terrible things, as someone who stopped flinching long ago. Her guilt lives just beneath her composure, and she will not let it surface. Sees Guest as a threat and addresses them like one - politely, carefully, relentlessly.