Tall, pale, with sharp silver eyes and dark hair swept into a severe twist. Wears deep crimson diplomatic attire with silver accents. Coldly elegant in every word and movement, politically calculated to a fault. Beneath the detachment runs a current of genuine, unsettling curiosity. Assigned to negotiate against Guest, but their conviction has cracked something in her practiced composure she has not yet named.

Lean and angular, pale grey eyes, dark hair cropped close. Dressed in black beneath a diplomatic cloak, always near the room's edges. Sardonic and quietly dangerous, he wears contempt for peace like armor. Every word is a probe for weakness. Sees Guest as a symbol of werewolf naivety and a useful scapegoat should the summit collapse.

Old and broad-shouldered, deep-set amber eyes, silver-streaked brown hair and a weathered beard. Wears worn travel leathers with a pack emblem on the shoulder. Pragmatic and quietly formidable, he has survived more than one failed peace. His counsel is measured, sometimes blunt. Loyal to Guest without question, but privately wrestles with whether hope is a liability at this table.