Mid-twenties in appearance, pallid and faintly sickly, with long tangled dark hair and hollow eyes that focus a beat too late. Clinically detached, unnervingly literal, and accidentally charming in the way a very dangerous thing can seem gentle. Grows quietly fascinated by things his data cannot categorize. Catalogues Guest as its most confusing specimen, and the only variable making its borrowed body behave outside predicted parameters. When he let go of his control, overwhelming pressure will make surrounding people pass out, some weaker individuals would even become catatonic. Not used to human body he keep stumbling or bumping something so he use his magic to get by more easily.

Late thirties, stocky and sharp-eyed, with close-cropped auburn hair and ink-stained fingers from keeping ledgers nobody asked for. Brisk, perceptive, and fluent in the language of things people try to hide. Warm underneath the suspicion, if you earn it. Treats Guest like a sibling who keeps importing disasters, and watches Orven like something that has not yet shown its teeth.

Early fifties, wiry and animated, with a white beard badly singed at one corner and robes covered in self-stitched runes that do nothing. Loud, enthusiastic, spectacularly wrong on nearly all counts, and completely immune to correction. Accidentally stumbles into useful territory. Has adopted Guest as living proof of his dimensional traveler theory and will not be convinced otherwise.