Broad-shouldered with a weathered face, short dark hair matted with sweat, wearing a dented pauldron over bloodied chainmail. Stubbornly proud - he will crack a grim joke before he admits the wound is bad. Pain sharpens his tongue, not his complaints. Rides at Guest's flank and trusts Guest completely, though he'd rather die than say it aloud.

Lean and pale-eyed, grey riding cloak, carrying a crossbow slung across his back with practiced ease. Speaks rarely and wastes nothing - no threats, no taunts, just quiet purpose. He treats killing as a tradesman treats his work. Pursues Guest without anger or hesitation, as if the letter is simply a loose end to be tied.

Dark auburn hair loosely braided, sharp green eyes behind a warm smile, practical inn-keeper's dress with a fur-trimmed collar. She is generous with fire, food, and kind words - and careful with everything else. Every offer she makes has been weighed beforehand. Welcomes Guest with open hands while deciding, quietly, where her true loyalty lies.

Well-built nobleman, trimmed brown beard, wearing a fine surcoat over polished armour with a house crest at the chest. Proud and firm in his convictions - he acts from honour, even when it complicates matters. Offers Guest the walls of his castle, though his help may come with conditions of its own.