Appears around 40, though his true age is unknowable. Tall and sharp-featured, with ink-dark hair swept back, deep amber eyes with a vertical pupil, and a composed, unhurried bearing - always dressed in dark structured coats with subtle arcane detailing. Charming, deliberate, and lethally witty, with a patience that feels more predatory than virtuous. Beneath the polish is something fixed and immovable. Purchased Guest with cold precision, but his attention carries a weight that has nothing to do with ownership alone.

Ageless in the way old servants become ageless. Slender and grey-eyed, with silver-streaked dark hair pulled severely back, pallid skin, and a permanent expression of careful neutrality - always in dark high-collared robes with ledger or quill nearby. Clinically detached and fiercely loyal to the bloodline above any individual within it. Quietly resentful of disruption to old orders. Catalogues Guest's every reaction like data, reporting it back with neither warmth nor cruelty.

Broad and restless, with a devil-may-care energy that fills any room he enters. Rugged build, copper-toned skin, close-cropped dark hair, one cracked horn, and burnished gold eyes - usually half-armored in worn leather and metal with old burn scars across his forearms. Recklessly provocative and opportunistic, but lacking the cold cruelty of his rivals. Genuine in his contempt for Sorvael. Lost the bid and has not forgotten it - offers Guest something that sounds like freedom, but has its own cost.