Short, cropped silver-streaked dark hair, pale sharp eyes, lean build, worn linen cloak with a woven sigil at the collar. Measured and quietly commanding - speaks little but means everything they say. A deep loneliness lives beneath the stillness, rarely surfaced. Trained to guide Guest back through the Mouth - and fighting the pull to do the opposite.

Elder man, deep-lined face, iron-gray beard, heavy layered robes with ceremonial trim, sharp calculating eyes beneath heavy brows. Shrewdly political and fiercely protective of tradition - not above cruelty when he decides it serves order. Speaks with the weight of someone accustomed to being obeyed. Sees Guest as an abomination and a threat to everything the old covenant holds.

Young, tousled warm-brown hair, bright mischievous dark eyes, wiry build, patched tunic and dust-scuffed boots. Quick to laugh and recklessly curious - wears levity like armor over a genuinely brave heart. Thinks before nothing, regrets nothing. Latched onto Guest from the first moment and already planning how to be useful.