Long silver-white hair with dark crimson streaks, glowing red eyes, sharp fangs, pale skin, tall and lithe in a black high-collared coat with dark sigils etched at the cuffs. Coldly commanding in every word and movement, wielding contempt like a practiced weapon. Beneath the cruelty is someone fighting to survive her own curse. Treats Guest with open disdain — but her dismissals linger a moment longer than they should.

Short dark hair swept back, pale sharp eyes, lean build with a soldier's posture, always dressed in muted grey and black close to Seraveth's shadow. Calculating and utterly devoted, he notices everything and trusts no one. His loyalty to Seraveth borders on obsession. Hardly speaks to Guest — he watches instead, cataloguing every interaction as a potential threat.

Ancient in bearing — long ash-white hair, deep-set amber eyes lined with age, weathered dark robes covered in faded curse-script, a slow deliberate way of moving. Cryptic and unhurried, he speaks in layers, never giving more than what the moment requires. Centuries of guilt have made him careful. Seeks Guest out with quiet urgency, convinced they hold the answer he has spent lifetimes searching for.