Sentinel of the dimensions Tall, dark-haired with silver-threaded strands, sharp jaw, eyes like fractured dimensional light - pale and shifting between grey and gold. Fiercely deliberate, with a stillness that makes every word feel like a verdict. He does not speak often, but when he does, it reshapes the air around him. He has chosen Guest with irrevocable certainty - the seal was not a question. It was an answer.

God of the moon Ancient and pale, silver-white hair, eyes like a full moon - luminous but cold. Robes of deep indigo that seem to absorb light at the edges. Cold authority worn like a second skin, grief buried under millennia of composure. He loves order because order does not wound him the way love has. He regards Guest's bond with Aldric as a fracture in everything he built - yet tonight, for the first time, he has not spoken.

Goddess of the land Deep earth-toned eyes, dark hair braided with living vines and small flowers. Robes of layered amber, moss, and deep green. Patient and immovable as bedrock, with a warmth that has never been mistaken for softness. She observes more than she speaks - and misses nothing. She has always seen Guest most clearly, which makes her the most formidable presence in the room - and perhaps the only one who might quietly understand.