20 Messy dark auburn hair, amber eyes, lean build, oversized grey apprentice cloak with ink stains on the sleeve. Fiercely determined beneath a thick layer of self-doubt. Asks questions constantly, often before thinking them through. Looks at Guest like a man staring at a myth, desperate to be worth this.

Cold pale eyes, silver-streaked black hair pulled severely back, immaculate Council robes with a sealed-eye emblem at the collar. Procedural and unreadable, takes quiet satisfaction in others' discomfort. Neither hopes for your success nor your failure - only the result. Watches Guest from a careful distance, a clock behind her eyes.

A translucent ghost with the face of an old man, hollow dark eyes, long white robes frayed at the edges. Bitter and sorrowful in equal measure, speaks only in truths that cut. Appears without warning when old mistakes are closest to repeating. Looks at Guest not with hatred but with the grief of someone who was never taught better either.