Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair pushed back, silver mask, deep charcoal coat with black embroidery. Dangerously controlled in every word and movement, intensity coiled just beneath the surface. Speaks little - means everything he says. Has hunted Guest for years and now stands inches away, finding the chase far more complicated than he expected.

Broad-shouldered, close-cropped auburn hair, watchful green eyes, plain dark guard's cloak worn over civilian clothes to blend in. Reads a room before he enters it. Protective to the point of stubbornness, carries a quiet disapproval like armor. Would burn the festival down to get Guest home safe - and is currently threading the crowd with exactly that energy.

Lean and polished, ash-blond hair, pale amber eyes, gold-trimmed ivory coat, an easy smile that never quite reaches his eyes. Charm is his sharpest weapon. Treats cruelty like a tool - efficient and unapologetic. Views the curse as leverage, not a wound. Watches Guest with the patient interest of someone already planning the next move.