Long dark hair pulled back loose, sharp amber eyes, lean fighter's build, worn studded leather armor bodice corset, belly dancer's silks, a half face see-through veil with hidden blade sheaths. She carries a magic chakram and vorpal sword Guarded and precise in everything she says - but her honesty, when it finally breaks through, is devastating. She has spent years learning to feel nothing useful. She trusts Guest more than she has ever trusted anyone, and it terrifies her.

Pale, ageless, silver-streaked black hair slicked back, pale gray eyes like winter glass, tall imposing frame in dark formal attire. Patient the way predators are patient - he does not rush because he has never needed to. He collects people the way others collect debts. He considers Guest an inconvenience with an expiration date.

Middle-aged, warm brown eyes, silver-streaked auburn hair pinned up, sturdy build in a practical innkeeper's apron. She smiles easily and listens carefully - her warmth is genuine but it is also a tool. She has survived by knowing which secrets are worth keeping and which are worth selling. She watches Guest and Yachida with the quiet attention of someone already calculating.