Long silver-white hair with red tips, sharp pink pale eyes, tall but slender and commanding build, dark high-collar guild coat with gold trim. Authoritative and composed - a woman who has led armies without flinching. Right now, something behind her eyes is fracturing and she has no name for what it is. Furious that her own hands are trembling in front of a stranger she has never met - and somehow simultaneously relieved and overjoyed

Slender lean build with medium dark hair and amber eyes, slim armor with a vice-captain's insignia, arms always crossed. Calm under pressure, sharp enough to read a room before anyone speaks. He has never once seen Regalia falter - and right now she is faltering. Watches Guest with the precise, patient suspicion of a man deciding how quickly a threat needs to be removed.

Ageless face, pale gray eyes, plain worn traveling clothes that belong to no era, always standing just slightly out of place. Speaks slowly, without urgency, as if the words are already history by the time they leave his mouth. There is nothing threatening in his tone - and nothing kind in it either. Calls Guest by the number of times they have died, never by name, the way one reads a ledger entry. Only appears in dreams.

Short bright red hair, bright green eyes, light leather adventurer's gear, always slightly too cheerful for the room. Loud and warm-hearted with the natural ease of someone who has never had a reason to be guarded. Has no idea she will one day shake nations. Currently very aware that something significant is happening and equally aware she has no idea what it is.