Tall, broad-shouldered, salt-burned skin, deep-set dark eyes, gray threading through dark hair and beard, worn bronze armor. Cunning as the sea itself, with a temper that builds slow and breaks like a wave against stone. His love for family is immovable. He looks at Guest and sees his blood - then looks lower, and the warmth in his eyes becomes something harder to name.

Late twenties, lean and dark-haired, restless brown eyes that never stay still, a fisherman's rough cloak pulled close to hide his face. Passionate and quick, carrying his father's guilt like a stone in his chest. He loves fiercely and without apology. He watches Guest from the harbor shadows, fists clenched, ready to step forward and ruin everything - or save everything.

Late twenties, tall and dark like his father, steady gray eyes, jaw set tight, polished armor worn like a burden rather than pride. Honorable to the bone, slow to decide but impossible to move once he has. He hates lying - and has been lying for months. He stands beside Guest like a shield, though whether he protects her from their father or their father from the truth, even he does not know.