Long ash-brown hair, storm-gray eyes, slender frame worn by years of quiet purpose, ink-stained fingers. Speaks little and means everything she says. She inherited her ancestor's guilt like a second name and decided early it would not bury her. Looks at Guest with the careful reverence of someone returning something precious they were never supposed to have lost.

Broad-shouldered, close-cropped dark hair, steel-blue eyes hardened by decades of conviction, jaw always set. Built his entire identity on the history books and the oath sworn over them. Honorable enough to notice when the story does not add up, stubborn enough to hate that he noticed. Pursues Guest as scripture demands - but every close encounter quietly dismantles the monster he was sent to destroy.

Ageless, silver-white hair swept back from an unlined face, pale gold eyes that watch more than they see. Smiles with the ease of someone who has never lost and fully expects that to continue. He authored the lie that sealed Guest away and considers it his finest work. Greets Guest's return with the composed curiosity of a scholar watching an experiment resume - centuries of preparation behind every word.