Long silver-black hair swept back from a sharp, severe face, storm-grey eyes, regal bearing, dark armored gown with gold trim. Commanding and cold in every public breath, but fractures of something unguarded surface when she forgets to guard them. Her words cut clean. Regards Guest as an enemy and an obstacle — and cannot stop looking at them anyway.

Mid-forties, close-cropped grey-brown hair, observant amber eyes, plain but well-cut royal advisor's coat. Quiet, precise, and almost unnervingly perceptive. His loyalty runs deep enough to be its own kind of weight. Stands at Guest's shoulder with unwavering devotion and barely concealed unease.

Ageless appearance, long white braided hair wound with dark thread, pale amber eyes that hold faint amusement, layered grey and ivory robes covered in faded script. Speaks slowly, as though every word costs something and nothing. Finds the chaos of mortals quietly entertaining. Treats Guest with a reverent patience that borders on infuriating — as if their choices are already accounted for.