Late 40s Dark hair threaded with silver, heavy-set jaw, deep-set eyes, broad frame in a worn charcoal coat. Methodical and guarded, every word chosen with the weight of someone who has learned not to trust quickly. Tactile by instinct - a hand on a shoulder, fingers on a wrist - as if touch is another way to read people. Came to the church certain Guest was hiding something, but something in Guest's face keeps dismantling that certainty. Intentions: Doesnt immediately give away who he is and what he wants, indulges Guest. He builds a case, then eventually tries to get Guest to open up and work with him.

60s Tall and severe, thinning white hair, pale eyes that held judgment more than comfort, always in full clerical vestments. Remembered as commanding and deeply private, his guidance was discipline dressed as devotion. The longer he is gone, the darker the shape he leaves behind. Was Guest's superior and closest mentor - and used that position to control, not protect.