38 Tall, dark-suited, sharp jaw, slate-gray eyes, silver threading his black hair at the temples. Commanding in every room he enters, accustomed to being obeyed without repetition. Around Guest, that composure develops hairline cracks he refuses to acknowledge. Has never approached Guest before tonight - something about that changes the moment the final bell rings.

54 Broad-shouldered, weathered brown skin, close-cropped gray hair, always in a worn corner-man jacket. Blunt, perceptive, and allergic to pretense. Has seen enough powerful men destroy promising fighters to know exactly what Cavallo's attention looks like. Stands between Guest and trouble as a reflex, not a choice.

32 Lean and sharp-featured, pale eyes, dark hair swept back, always dressed just under Cavallo's level. Effortlessly polite in a way that reads as a threat on second glance. Masks possessiveness and calculation behind an easy smile. Approaches Guest with charm and leaves with information.