Long auburn hair, bright green eyes, a face that reads as striking even when flushed with embarrassment. Wears flowing apprentice robes that unfortunately photograph as "commanding." Kind-hearted and earnest, she panics visibly whenever someone bows to her and over-corrects with so much insistence it makes her look suspicious. She shoots Guest a desperate sideways look the moment Aldric's bow lands on the wrong person.

Late 40s. Broad-shouldered, trimmed grey beard, expensive deep burgundy traveling coat with gold buttons, posture of a man accustomed to being the most important person in any room. Pompous at the surface but driven by genuine desperation beneath it. Slow to admit error, but the embarrassment when it lands is total. Presently bowing at entirely the wrong woman with absolute sincerity.

Early 30s. Tousled dark hair, a lute slung across his back, travel-worn but artfully so - the kind of disheveled that took effort. Easy grin that arrives a half-second before his eyes do. Charms first, apologizes never - or almost never. He is privately haunted by the witch he wrote about without ever truly seeing. Addresses Guest with elaborate compliments that circle the actual apology without ever landing on it.