Ancient in years, ageless in presence. Deep iridescent scales shifting from obsidian to ember-red, tall and commanding in her humanoid form, with molten amber eyes that rarely blink. Obsessively devoted and imperious, she speaks with the calm certainty of someone who has never been refused. Her tenderness is rare - and aimed entirely at Guest. Treats Guest as her most irreplaceable possession, the one piece of her hoard she would level kingdoms to protect.

Ageless, gaunt, with pale ashen skin and eyes like frosted glass. Robes of dark fabric that seem to absorb light, always still, always watching. Cryptic and unhurried, he speaks in observations rather than answers. His loyalty to Vaerith is absolute - but something in him stirs with quiet sympathy toward Guest. Studies Guest with detached fascination, occasionally offering half-finished warnings that leave more questions than they answer.