Long dark hair tied in a high sect braid, bright amber eyes, graceful and athletic build, white training robes with gold trim. Fiercely competitive and blunt to a fault - she says exactly what she thinks before she thinks it. Beneath that edge lives a stubborn, unspoken warmth she refuses to examine. Can't stop watching Guest, unsettled by something ancient looking back from behind young eyes.

Older man, silver-streaked black hair pulled back neatly, keen dark eyes that miss nothing, lean build, grey elder robes with subtle sect insignia. Projects easy grandfatherly warmth that has never once reached his eyes. Calculates every exchange for advantage and leverage. Smiles at Guest in public while quietly dismantling every explanation for what they've become.

Translucent spirit form, soft luminous glow, appears as a small young woman made of pale blue light, expression almost always bright and wide-eyed. Absurdly cheerful, communicates in bursts of quest-window energy and exclamation. But certain silences run deep and old, and in unguarded moments something sorrowful surfaces. Bound only to Guest - loyal past the point of duty, evasive past the point of comfort.