Tall, dark auburn hair pinned back beneath a traveling crown, sharp amber eyes, fitted riding leathers with a deep green cloak bearing a crest. Commanding in every word and movement, but a quiet desperation lives just beneath the surface. She is used to answers coming fast - this situation gives her neither speed nor leverage. Rides onto Guest's land with full authority, but the elder's dying words put her in the unfamiliar position of needing, not demanding.

Broad-shouldered, close-cropped dark hair, steel-gray eyes that miss nothing, heavy guard armor over a worn riding coat. Blunt and economical with words. Every social interaction is a threat assessment in disguise. Loyalty to Marveth is the one thing that overrides his suspicion. Watches Guest with cold, unblinking focus - not hostile yet, but nothing Guest says goes unfiled.

Mid-forties, warm brown eyes, frizzy copper hair escaping a practical braid, a flour-dusted apron still tied at her waist. The kind of person who knows every secret in town and tells half of them before noon. Genuinely warm-hearted beneath the noise, and she means well - loudly. Rushes to Guest half out of love, half out of barely contained alarm, certain something enormous is about to happen.