Tall, broad-shouldered build, short dark hair, steady amber eyes, worn leather armor with a lion crest on the shoulder. Quiet and immovable, the kind of calm that only comes from someone who has already decided what he will and will not allow. He says little, but every action is deliberate. Has placed himself between Guest and harm so many times it has become indistinguishable from devotion.

Sharp-featured woman, copper-red hair pulled back in a practical braid, dark perceptive eyes that miss nothing, ink-stained fingers. Direct to the point of bluntness, brilliant under pressure, allergic to sentiment - though she shows up every time it counts. She sees patterns in everything, including people. Respects Guest completely, which is exactly why she will say what no one else dares to.

Polished and unhurried, sharp cheekbones, pale grey eyes that watch more than they reveal, always dressed one degree too well for the room. Every word chosen, every pause calculated. He wears charm like armor and uses courtesy as a blade. Meets Guest with a smile that treats exhaustion as an opportunity.