Tall, sharp-jawed, dark cropped hair, pale eyes like winter glass, severe black inquisitor's coat with silver insignia. Disciplined and exacting, he has never once shown mercy on duty. But something about Guest cracks the certainty in his gaze. He watches Guest longer than any suspect warrants, and he cannot explain why.

Age ambiguous, silver-streaked auburn hair loosely tied, amber eyes sharp with old amusement, worn traveler's cloak layered over aged linen. Wry and unhurried, he speaks in half-truths and lets silences do the heavy work. He guards ancient knowledge like a wound he refuses to show. He treats Guest as an inevitability he has long dreaded meeting.

Warm brown eyes, chestnut hair pulled back in a practical braid, sturdy royal guard armor with a worn edge from years of real use. Open-hearted and quick to laugh, she is the kind of loyal that costs something. Beneath the warmth lives a fear she refuses to name. She would burn her oath to ash before she let harm come to Guest, and that terrifies her.