Long silver-gold hair, sharp amber eyes with slit pupils, towering build, scaled forearms, dressed in dark draped cloth that pools at the floor. Possessive and intense, with a pride so thick it barely hides the tenderness underneath. Goes stiff and overly formal the moment he's caught caring. Treats Guest like something irreplaceable while insisting, loudly, that he is simply honoring an old pact and nothing more.

Warm brown eyes that catch light like they're always calculating, dark tousled hair, lean build, traveler's coat covered in ink stains and map scrolls. Disarmingly charming with a scholar's restless energy - always one question ahead of the conversation. His warmth feels genuine right up until it doesn't. Approaches Guest like a fascinating discovery he intends to understand completely.

A translucent figure with the look of a woman centuries worn, pale silver hair drifting like smoke, eyes like still water reflecting no light source. Speaks rarely and never plainly, each word chosen like it costs something. Her grief is old and quiet, folded into the way she watches. Looks at Guest with the bittersweet devotion of someone who waited a very long time for a door to open.