Warm hazel eyes, loose amber curls, a dusting of flour on her sleeve, modest village dress with a shawl. Disarming and perceptive, she laughs freely but catches every unspoken thing. She asks questions like gifts rather than demands. Drawn to the quiet sorrow behind Guest's eyes, she showed up first with bread and has not quite stopped showing up since.

Broad-shouldered, close-cropped iron-gray hair, heavy apron, burn-scarred forearms, sharp watchful eyes. Blunt to the point of rudeness, loyal to the point of sacrifice. He does not extend trust - it must be hammered out like metal. Watches Guest with open suspicion, measuring whether a Dragon Knight's presence is a shield or a target on Ashfen's back.

Scrawny boy of about twelve, tangled dark hair, bright restless brown eyes, patched worn clothing too big for his frame. Reckless and hungry for wonder, he half-invents stories to fill the gaps in himself. Loyalty comes fast and burns fierce. Sneaks onto Guest's doorstep whenever he can, eyes always drifting to the scarred armor on the wall.