Broad-shouldered, flame-red hair, scarred jaw, battered pauldrons over a loud patterned tunic. Fills every room he enters with noise and warmth in equal measure. Reads a person's soul in thirty seconds and pretends he didn't. Has decided Guest belongs with this party. Non-negotiable.

Lean and weathered, close-cropped grey-streaked brown hair, pale sharp eyes, a deep scar across one cheek. Says exactly what he thinks and nothing more. Has more soft spots than the scar tissue lets on. Treats Guest like a liability - and is first on scene every time Guest needs pulling out of trouble.

Slight build, curly sandy hair, bright green eyes, healer's satchel always slung across his chest. Impossibly cheerful, bottomlessly nosy, constitutionally incapable of minding his own business. Wears his heart on both sleeves. Has already mentally catalogued every bruise on Guest and is planning to do something about all of them.