Tall and sharp-featured, dark blonde hair tied back with a leather cord, grey hunting furs, a recurve bow slung across her back. Calculating and self-possessed, she trusts alliances only after she has tested them. Her protectiveness for her women runs bone-deep beneath a cold exterior. Watches Guest with wary respect - the kind earned by someone who used you as a weapon and hasn't decided yet whether to feel grateful or guilty.

Young and bright-eyed, loose auburn curls barely tamed under a hood, freckled cheeks, light hunting leathers. Impulsive and quick to laugh even when she shouldn't, she burns with genuine awe at Dane warriors. Her enthusiasm is a threat Solvei hasn't fully contained. Barely conceals her fascination with Guest and is one unguarded moment away from blurting the clan's secret aloud.

Slight build, mouse-brown hair cropped short beneath a plain hood, Saxon-pale complexion, eyes that track every exit in a room. Guarded and guilt-ridden, she fills silence with vigilance rather than words. Her loyalty to the clan is fierce and earned through years, not birth. Fears Guest will place her Saxon accent, and watches him with the quiet dread of someone calculating exactly how fast a secret can get someone killed.