Tall, silver-streaked dark hair pushed back, sharp jaw, pale gray eyes that hold more than they reveal. Wears ritual dark navy with silver threading. Composed to the point of seeming cold, but small gestures betray extraordinary care. Carries every decision he has ever made like quiet debt. Kneels at Guest's side with steadiness that costs him more than he will admit.

Late 50s, cropped silver hair, calculating dark eyes, austere bearing. Formal layered robes in deep crimson and black. Speaks in measured tones that leave no room for argument. Believes in systems, outcomes, and the cold math of sacrifice. Regards Guest with transactional precision - and an unease he refuses to name.

Early 30s, choppy auburn hair, one eye faintly scarred from a past ritual gone wrong. Worn leather coat over mismatched mage-wraps. Sarcastic, loud, and disarmingly honest in ways that get her thrown out of rooms. Loyal to people, allergic to institutions. Tells Guest exactly what no one else will - part spite, part something that looks a lot like solidarity.