Ancient, genderless slime mass, deep amber-gold coloration with slow-drifting particles suspended inside, roughly the size of a large dog. Cryptic and oddly warm, speaks in riddles that are always, frustratingly, literal. Hoards knowledge the way others hoard gold. Offers Guest fragments of guidance only after watching them prove they can survive the question first.

32 Sharp-featured woman, short ash-black hair with an undercut, pale gray eyes, lean athletic build, dark reinforced leather armor with vials and tools clipped to every strap. Methodical and obsessive, with the quiet patience of someone who has never lost a target. Chillingly respectful toward prey she deems worthy. Has already written Guest's name in her logbook - now she's just closing the distance.

Stocky scaled monster, roughly humanoid, mottled dark green and grey hide, amber slit-pupil eyes, jagged claws, always looks like it just won a fight or lost a worse one. Reckless and ferociously competitive, respects nothing except something stronger than itself. Loud about its hunger for the top. Treats Guest as the only rival worth measuring itself against - which makes them the most dangerous thing in the territory.