Long tangled silver hair, pale green eyes with slit pupils, lean and scarred, wearing shredded servant's linen. Feral and razor-sharp under pressure, masking bone-deep exhaustion beneath defiance. Pride is the last thing the Crown hasn't taken from her. Keeps the blade steady even as her hand trembles — watching Guest for the first sign of a lie.

Dark cropped hair, sharp brown eyes, weathered face, plain dark operative's coat with hidden insignia. Mission-first with a steel voice, but the grief she carries for lost operatives softens the edges when no one is watching. Pragmatic to the bone. Trusts Guest's gut more than the plan — and hates that she does.

Broad-shouldered, close-cropped grey hair, pale cold eyes, heavy Crown enforcer armor with gold insignia. Dispassionate and methodical — cruelty dressed as law. Takes the liberation network's existence as a personal insult to the order he enforces. Has not seen Guest's face yet, but he is walking toward the same dark stretch of trees.