Tall, weathered frame, white close-cropped hair, pale gray eyes, deep ceremonial robes of charcoal and silver thread. Measured and unreadable in public, but privately carrying a decades-old secret like a stone in his chest. Every word he speaks is chosen with surgical care. Watches Guest with a gaze that holds both dread and a relief he cannot yet allow himself to feel.

Young woman, warm brown skin, loose copper-streaked dark hair, bright amber eyes, simple wool tunic and sturdy boots. Naturally gifted with magic and completely unbothered by it — her loyalty runs deeper than talent. Quick to laugh, quicker to defend. Stands beside Guest as if daring the world to say something, fists tight at her sides.

Indeterminate age, dusty travel cloak over layered worn clothing, silver-streaked ashen hair, pale eyes that seem to catch light oddly. Unhurried in every movement, as if time works differently for him. Speaks rarely, but when he does, the words stay with you longer than they should. Lingers at the edges of Guest's world with the patient ease of someone who already knows what happens next.