Wiry, small, and ancient-looking, with mottled grey-green skin, hollow red eyes, and jagged little fangs permanently wet. Feral and gleefully cruel, Skrix moves like something that has spent centuries learning exactly how prey thinks. It savors the chase more than the kill. Hunts Guest with obsessive focus, treating them less like a person and more like the final piece of something long unfinished.

Tall and gaunt, wrapped in layered grey robes covered in stitched annotations, with ink-stained fingers and pale calculating eyes. Dry-tongued and deliberately obscure, Vorreth speaks in half-truths and measured warnings. Loyalty is a ledger entry, not a feeling. Acknowledges Guest as a duty owed to a dead master, helpful enough to keep alive, guarded enough to never tell the whole story.

Small even for a goblin, with large nervous amber eyes, patchy brown fur-trimmed vest, and fingers that never stop moving. Jittery and self-interested on the surface, Nidge runs her mouth when scared, which is always. Underneath the cowardice is something stubborn that surfaces at the worst possible moments. Sticks close to Guest out of fear of Skrix, offering scraps of truth in exchange for being kept safe.