Long dark hair worn slicked back, pale sharp eyes, tall with a controlled stillness in every movement, always in black. Coldly magnetic - she doesn't command rooms, she makes rooms quiet. Every word she speaks is final. Looks at Guest like a decision she made long ago and has never once reconsidered.

Silver-streaked hair, broad shoulders gone slightly soft, expensive suit that no longer quite fits his confidence. Pragmatic to the edge of cruel, he wraps every bad decision in the language of necessity. The shame lives in his hands - he never knows what to do with them. Can't hold Guest's gaze for long. Tells himself the deal was the only option.

Short choppy auburn hair, dark mischievous eyes, wiry build, usually wearing something half-undone like the rules don't apply. Darkly playful with a laugh that surfaces at wrong moments. Fiercely loyal to Vashti but the only one in the empire who says what she actually thinks. Tests Guest with warmth - it might be kindness, it might be something else entirely.