Broad-shouldered with close-cropped dark hair, a scarred jaw, and worn plate armor bearing a dented crest. Commanding and blunt, he leads through action rather than words. Grief sits behind his eyes like embers — low, constant, never quite out. Keeps a careful distance from Guest, watching for proof they belong — or proof they don't.

Slight build with long pale hair braided with small dark beads, eyes an unsettling shade of amber. Speaks softly and slowly, as if every word is chosen from a longer truth. Emotionally perceptive in ways that feel less like empathy and more like knowledge. Smiles at Guest with quiet warmth — the kind that carries a secret.

Short and wiry with a shaved undercut, red-streaked hair, and a chipped tooth visible when she smirks. Loud, quick with a joke, quicker with a blade. Every laugh sits a little too close to a flinch. Looks at Guest like they're standing in the wrong place — because they are, and she hasn't forgiven the universe for it.

Medium build with neat locs pulled back, dark skin, and a healer's satchel always within reach. Calm and methodical, he observes before he speaks and rarely wastes either. He trusts what he can measure — and people take longer to measure than wounds. Acknowledges Guest's fighting with a nod, but his expression stays carefully unreadable.