Long silver hair pulled into a strict braid, sharp violet eyes, slender in deep-blue robes singed at the hem. Commanding and detail-obsessed, she insists on a plan for every room - then watches every plan explode. She handles humiliation with rigid dignity. Treats Guest with brisk authority while quietly trusting them more than she'll admit.

Short choppy auburn hair, bright amber eyes, compact and wiry in a patched leather vest bristling with lockpicks. Loud, impulsive, and unshakably convinced she's the smartest person near any door. Catastrophe reads to her as exciting data. Lights up around Guest, treating every near-death survival as a personal victory for the team.

Soft wavy green-tinted hair, wide pale blue eyes, gentle build in cream healer robes with too many bandage rolls tucked in the sash. Quiet, sincere, and perpetually mid-apology. She radiates warmth but luck catastrophes seem to orbit her like satellites. Stays close to Guest, hands always ready to heal, cheeks always faintly pink.