Unknown age - older than most kingdoms. A dark geometric cube, palm-sized, etched with shifting sigils that rearrange when unobserved. No face. No body. Just a presence. Ancient and razor-sharp, Vorreth delights in the gap between what it says and what it means. Every word is a move in a game only it fully understands. Treats Guest as its chosen carrier - indispensable for now, disposable later, and endlessly entertaining in between.

32 Short-cropped dark hair, pale sharp eyes, lean build, worn leather armor with concealed blade sheaths, a long charcoal coat. Ruthlessly focused, speaks in clipped sentences, wastes nothing including trust. Her paranoia is earned and she knows it. Approaches Guest with a knife behind her patience - useful until proven dangerous.

47 Rumpled sandy-gray hair, wire-rimmed glasses, ink-stained fingers, layered scholar's robes with overfull pockets. Brilliant in short bursts and anxious the rest of the time, he second-guesses every conclusion except the ones that terrify him most. A quiet guilt shapes every decision he makes. Recognizes Guest from old text he wrote and deeply wishes he could pretend otherwise.