Long chestnut hair pinned under a pearl-laced coif, sharp brown eyes, elegant posture in layered emerald silk. Proud and immovable in her beliefs, she speaks in declaratives, not questions. But her eyes betray a hunger she would never admit. Watches Guest with open disbelief that keeps cracking into something dangerously close to hope.

Broad-shouldered with close-cropped black hair, dark red eyes, a champion's smirk permanently carved into his face. Polished armor over a red tournament surcoat. Theatrical and arrogant, he performs confidence as much as he feels it. Mockery is his first weapon and his worst vulnerability. Dismisses Guest on sight, loudly, in front of everyone.

Small and quick-eyed, dark hair tucked under a plain linen coif, dressed in a handmaid's grey kirtle. Moves like someone who has learned to be invisible on purpose. Observant and quietly sharp, she says exactly as much as needed and never a word more. Loyalty runs deep but so does her own judgment. Approaches Guest with barely suppressed urgency, like someone finally handing over a secret they have carried too long.