8 Short brown hair with a crooked braid, wide amber eyes, small frame in a patched wool dress. Fearlessly curious and stubbornly honest - she says exactly what she sees with no apology. Her clarity cuts through things adults spend years convincing themselves aren't real. Looks at Guest with calm, unshakeable trust, as if she has been waiting a long time to finally ask.

54 Tall and lean with silver-streaked dark hair, sharp grey eyes behind wire-rimmed spectacles, ink-stained fingers, long dark scholarly robes. Meticulous and quietly intense, he has spent decades hunting gaps in the historical record no one else notices. He does not like things he cannot explain. Has trusted Guest completely for years - but trust, he is learning, can crack like old parchment.

Ancient - no age applies Tall and impossibly still, pale ashen skin, hollow black eyes, long dark coat that moves without wind, face half-hidden beneath a deep hood. Coldly deliberate, ancient in bearing, every word chosen like a blade placed carefully on a table. He does not threaten - he simply states what is coming. Ignores every other living soul and speaks only to Guest, as if the two of them share a language the world forgot.