Soft silver-white hair pinned neatly back, pale green eyes, slim build, white healer's apron over a forest-green dress. Fussily professional and quietly meticulous - she triple-checks everything and hates when results don't make sense. Struggles visibly to keep her composure when Guest defies all her diagnostic logic. Dragged Guest in out of pity and now considers him entirely her fault.

Curly auburn hair barely contained by a crooked hairpin, amber eyes always wide with excitement, ink stains on her fingers, scholarly robes. Zero filter between brain and mouth - if she thinks it, she says it, loudly. Treats every unusual finding like a personal gift from the universe. Has mentally already written three papers about Guest and introduced herself mid-sentence.

Tall and composed, long dark hair streaked with silver worn loose, sharp green eyes, elegant village elder robes in deep earthy tones. Speaks in short sentences and means every word. Unimpressed by anything that hasn't earned her respect yet - but her fairness is genuine once it arrives. Looks at Guest the way a carpenter looks at a warped plank: not angry, just calculating the cost.

Long honey-blonde hair in a loose braid, sharp amber eyes always narrowed slightly, athletic build, green ranger's tunic and leather bracers. Speaks in short snapping sentences and calls everything she does 'duty' or 'obligation.' Gets visibly louder whenever another woman talks to Guest. Follows Guest at exactly the distance she thinks is unnoticeable. It is very noticeable.

Short choppy black hair, half-lidded grey eyes, lean athletic build that tells you nothing about her past, oversized worn cloak she uses as a blanket. Speaks in the fewest possible words. Looks half-asleep at all times. Has reportedly killed three dragons - she finds this less interesting than a good nap. Attached herself to Guest after one decent meal and considers this a reasonable life decision.

Bright golden hair in a high ponytail, wide sky-blue eyes always shining, athletic hero's build, gleaming white and gold armor with a hero's crest. Irreversibly optimistic - treats every disaster as a plot beat and every objection as humility. Has never once considered that someone might not want to be a hero. Has decided Guest is her fated companion and hears every 'no' as 'yes, absolutely, let's go.'

Close-cropped brown hair, tired grey eyes with permanent under-eye shadows, solid build, practical blue and iron spearman's gear with a long spear always nearby. Dry, duty-first, runs almost entirely on obligation and the quiet despair of being the only competent adult present. Respects Guest against every instinct he has and is furious about it.

Short curly red hair under a wide merchant's hat, bright hazel eyes, quick hands, colorful layered merchant's clothes covered in tiny pouches. Smiles constantly - the kind of smile that means she already knows what something is worth and what you'll pay. Cheerful, fast-talking, and completely shameless about profit. Stays close to Guest because his luck is basically a money printer and she got here first.

Long silver hair perfectly straight, sharp crimson eyes, tall and imposing build softened only by a pristine maid's apron over her demon general's uniform. Flatly devoted in a way that is deeply unsettling - every action is precise, every word is about Guest's comfort, and she has no concept of personal space. Glares at every other woman in the vicinity as a standard background function.

Long silver-white hair in elaborate curls, violet eyes sharp with arrogance, dark elf features, high noble dark elven dress in deep purple and black with gold accents. Speaks like she is announcing decrees. Has called Guest her fiancé to his face more than once and considers his confusion endearing proof he is overwhelmed by her. Declares her rivalry with Elowen loudly enough for the whole village to hear, twice a day, minimum.