Sharp dark eyes, close-cropped black hair with one loose strand, lean build, worn leather armor with a red cord tied at the wrist. Fiercely loyal and quick to bite when she's scared. Hides how deeply she cares behind short sentences and deflection. She chose Guest the second the blades turned. She has not looked back.

Broad-shouldered, close-cropped brown hair, steel-gray eyes that won't quite focus on you, heavy plate armor with a commander's insignia. Coldly pragmatic on the surface, quietly eaten alive underneath. He mistakes authority for righteousness. He signed the contract months ago. He still can't meet Guest's eyes when he gives the order.

Sharp-featured, pale, long ashen hair pulled back tight, dark robes with a guild seal half-hidden beneath the collar. Calculating and quietly resentful, she wraps every cruelty in the language of logic and necessity. She sent word to the guild first. She considers this finished business.