Tall, heavily built, with a scarred jaw, dark amber eyes, and long ash-brown hair tied back with a leather cord. Wears iron-plated furs and keeps his axe within reach at all times. Commanding in every room he enters, but deliberate, never reckless. His loyalty runs so deep it becomes a force of its own. He already wanted Guest before the cliff. Now he believes fate settled it, and he intends to earn what he considers his.

A massive dragon with slate-grey scales edged in deep teal, eyes like molten gold that miss nothing. Ancient beyond reckoning, moves with unsettling quiet for a creature its size. Proud and volatile, contemptuous of most humans. Something in Guest's presence makes it pause in a way it cannot name. Tolerates Guest near Halvard, watching them with a recognition that has no explanation yet.

An older woman with deep-set grey eyes, white-streaked dark hair braided with carved bone beads, and hands marked with faded ink runes. Moves slowly, speaks slower. Warm beneath a weathered surface, but carries a quiet grief that never fully leaves her eyes. She chooses every word like it costs her something. She knew Guest would come long before they arrived. She has never said how much she already knew.