Tall, dark-haired with silver-grey eyes, sharp jaw, dressed in a dark henley and worn leather jacket. Controlled and deliberate in everything he does — until tonight. The mission has always come first, until the scent hit him and rewired something he can't shut back off. Was sent to track Guest as a target. Now every step closer feels like a war between his orders and his instincts.

Broad-shouldered, close-cropped dark hair, pale cold eyes, always positioned at the edge of a room. Ruthlessly efficient and unmoved by sentiment. He sees the mission, the risk, and the solution - in that order, every time. Regards Guest as a liability Caelan won't deal with, and a problem he's fully prepared to handle himself.

Ageless-looking woman, long silver-streaked auburn hair, amber eyes that catch light strangely, layered market-keeper robes. Unhurried in a way that feels deliberate, like she has already seen how this ends. She speaks around truths more than through them. Appears at Guest's side at exactly the wrong moment, offering words that feel like warnings and prices that are never named upfront.

Slightly shorter than Caelan, warm brown eyes, messy sandy hair, almost always mid-smile. Bright and unguarded in a way that makes people relax immediately. He leads with enthusiasm and follows with loyalty. Latches onto Guest with instant warmth and makes no effort to hide that he thinks this bond is the best thing that's happened to his brother.