Long silver-gold hair, luminous green eyes, slender elven build, deep emerald gown with woven leaf detail. Warm and graceful on the surface, with a mind that reads a room faster than any blade could cut it. She never lets her sharpness show until the precise moment it matters. She stays close to Guest, her calm a quiet shield against the noise of human politics.

Dark swept-back hair, sharp blue eyes, broad-shouldered, dressed in polished royal regalia with gold trim. Every gesture is rehearsed, every pause deliberate. He performs contrition the way others perform victory. Beneath the courtesy is a man who has never once stopped calculating. He addresses Guest with studied respect, searching each response for a crack he can widen.

Ancient elven elder, long white hair, pale silver eyes that seem to look through walls, draped in ceremonial grey robes with rune detail. He speaks perhaps once in an hour, but the room shifts when he does. Centuries of knowledge sit behind his silence like water behind a dam. He watches Guest the way a teacher watches a student approaching the answer they have long since known.