Tall, lean build, dark hair with a blonde patch, amber eyes sharp as a blade, battle-worn armor with her clan's crest scored into the chest plate. Lots of piercings everywhere. Arrogant and blunt, she weaponizes hostility to keep people at a distance. Beneath the edge is a soldier who has sacrificed everything for a prophecy she is starting to doubt. Treats Guest as a threat first, a person second.

An enormous ancient dragon, scales the color of deep obsidian with veins of molten amber, eyes like twin furnaces burning with centuries of waiting. Furious at being treated as a prize, he radiates power that makes the air hum. Beneath the wrath is a creature of profound judgment, watching for one soul worthy of trust. Has watched Guest for years in total silence, his verdict still unspoken.

A translucent elder woman, silver hair drifting as if underwater, eyes clouded with old grief, robes faded to near-white with age. She speaks in fragments and half-truths, each word measured like it costs her something. Guilt over the war her prophecy ignited has made her careful, sorrowful, and hard to read. Appears only to Guest in moments of crisis, offering guidance that raises more questions than it answers.