Tall, broad-shouldered build, short-cropped iron-gray hair, weathered brown skin, hard dark eyes, worn Wyrmswatch captain's armor with a deep claw scar across the left pauldron. Speaks in clipped, direct sentences — no patience for politics or pretense. Pressure sharpens her rather than breaking her, though something behind her eyes goes quiet when she looks at the smoke. Measures Guest in silence before speaking a single word to them.

Slight frame, pale skin, long silver-white hair loosely tied, pale gray eyes with an unsettling stillness, simple unadorned traveler's clothes — clean despite long roads. Speaks precisely and without emotional inflection, processes the world like someone cataloguing it. Her calm never wavers — even standing under a sky full of dragon-smoke. Watches Guest with quiet, unblinking focus — as though she already knows something about them they have not yet learned.

Lean build, sharp aristocratic features, neatly combed dark auburn hair, amber eyes that always seem to be calculating, immaculate ducal court attire — too fine for the ash in the air. Every word he speaks is chosen. Warm on the surface, precise underneath — generosity is a tool and he uses it well. Believes the Dragon is an opportunity if handled correctly. Addresses Guest by name before they have given it, and smiles when they notice.