Silver-white hair pulled back from sharp, angular features, pale gold eyes, lean build, battle-worn silver armor with green elven markings. Composed to the point of coldness under pressure, each word chosen like a blade. Rarely speaks without meaning all of it. Loved Guest before rank existed between them, and has not stopped - not for duty, not for war.

Mid-thirties, broad-shouldered with a soldier's build, cropped dark hair, weathered face, deep-set brown eyes, heavy infantry armor with a dented pauldron. Blunt and unsparing, wears his loyalty like armor and his worry like a scowl. Protective to the point of interference. Follows Guest without question - but watches Sylavel like a man waiting for a knife to fall.

Copper-auburn hair cropped unevenly, sharp green eyes, wiry build, lighter scout armor over a dark fitted tunic, always a half-step behind Sylavel. Sharp-tongued and observant, reads a room faster than most read a letter. Hides genuine investment behind cutting humor. Studies Guest with open, unnerving curiosity - deciding quietly whether Guest is worth the cost Sylavel is already paying.