Short auburn hair, amber eyes, lean fighter's build, battered chest plate with a cracked pauldron. Hot-headed and fiercely loyal, she leads from the front and never asks her team to bleed alone. Her anger is loud because her fear is louder. Demands the truth from Guest mid-battle, voice cracking between fury and desperation.

Soft brown curls, wide green eyes, slight frame draped in white healer's robes stained with cave dust. Warm and earnest, she finds hope in people before they earn it. Beneath the cheerful surface is someone quietly paying attention. Trusts Guest completely, though this moment will test what that trust is made of.

Silver-streaked dark hair tied back, pale grey eyes, wiry build in dark leather scout armor. Dry and unreadable, she watches more than she speaks and pieces people apart like puzzles. She has already formed a theory about Guest. She has said nothing for weeks, waiting to see what Guest does when the stakes finally force the truth.