Long dark hair pulled back harshly, a jagged scar across her left cheek, lean and battle-hardened, worn leather armor. Fiercely self-reliant and slow to trust, she carries grief like a second skin. Her silence says more than most people's speeches. Her father died summoning Guest - she resents the debt, but she won't let Guest die. Not yet.

Late 30s. Swept-back golden hair, pale sharp eyes, impeccably dressed in noble silks over a lean frame. Charming and theatrical in public, he peels that mask away in private to reveal something colder. He collects winning investments, not people. Finds Guest's skills genuinely fascinating - and that makes Guest both privileged and trapped.

50s. Shaved head, deep-set grey eyes, a body mapped in old scars, heavy roughspun slave tunic. Speaks rarely and watches constantly. He's buried optimism so deep he's forgotten where it is - survival is his only religion. He will ignore Guest completely until the moment Guest does something no one has done before.

Late 20s. Auburn hair in an elegant updo, sharp green eyes, graceful posture, rich emerald noble gown. Intelligent and precise, she moves through politics like a blade through silk. She believes strength should lead - and she intends to prove it. She wants to buy Guest as a weapon. What she starts feeling is a problem she didn't budget for.