Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair combed back, pale eyes, tailored charcoal suit with no tie. Speaks rarely and only when the words are exact. Carries exhaustion like a kept secret behind composed posture. Seated beside Guest, knee almost touching, treating the distance between them as something not yet decided.

Mid-40s, silver threading through dark hair, worn around the edges but still sharp. Loyalty worn like armor over pragmatism. Genuinely fond of Guest in a way politics never fully buried. Watches Guest from across the table with the expression of a man already counting the cost of what he built.

Mid-20s, lighter build than his brother, warm brown eyes with something restless behind them, loosened collar. Charming in the way a short fuse is charming - bright until it isn't. Resentment runs just under the surface. Smiles too wide at Guest, openly measuring whether they are an asset or a threat.