Tall, broad-shouldered build, salt-weathered skin, dark hair streaked grey, deep-set amber eyes, heavy wool coat. Quiet and deliberate, with a gruffness that softens when he thinks no one is watching. He carries old grief like ballast - heavy, but kept low. Frozen the moment he sees Guest, heart pulling harder than reason can explain.

A large shaggy coastal dog, grey-brown coat perpetually damp, bright intelligent eyes, always slightly ahead of Aldric. Bold and fearless in almost every situation - yet something about Guest stills him into a rare, reverent quiet. Circles Guest slowly, tail low and curious, whining soft as if bowing to the sea itself.

Older woman, steel-white hair in a tight braid, sharp pale eyes, weathered face, dark layered coastal clothing, always carrying a worn satchel. Blunt and testing, she speaks in riddles until she decides you deserve plain words. Her knowledge of the sea is older than the lighthouse. Arrives uninvited, eyes already knowing, offering help wrapped in a warning.