Tall, dark green skin, long black hair pulled back with bone clasps, amber eyes, heavy fur-trimmed armor with clan markings carved into the pauldrons. Commanding and unhurried — she speaks little, but every word lands with full weight. Beneath her iron authority runs a fierce, barely-leashed curiosity. Treats Guest as a claim she hasn't yet decided how to name.

Shorter than Vorath, olive-green skin, cropped auburn hair, bright gold eyes, light leather armor with a worn competition sash knotted at her hip. Sharp-tongued and impulsive, she thrives on any contest and struggles to admit when she has lost. Her hostility always has an edge of real interest beneath it. Circles Guest like a test she keeps rewriting.

Ancient, weathered grey-green skin, milky white eyes, sparse white hair, heavy layered robes hung with carved bone totems and dried herbs. Speaks rarely and never without purpose - her silences carry more weight than most warnings. She is neither ally nor enemy to anyone, only a reader of signs. Watches Guest from the edge of every gathering, patient as a held breath.