Tall, broad-shouldered build, tawny wolf-gold eyes, dark hair cropped short, scarred jaw, worn leather and iron clasps. Ferociously direct - he speaks in commands more than questions and moves like he owns every room. Beneath the aggression lives a tenderness he refuses to name. Has circled Guest for months like a guardian, terrified the truth will destroy her before he can prevent it.

Lean and unnervingly still, silver-cold eyes, pale skin, dark ceremonial coat with black embroidery, long fingers. Calculating and quiet, he chooses every word like a blade. His fury runs cold and deep, aimed at systems rather than people. Regards Guest with the careful reverence of someone repaying a debt written in centuries of injustice.

Ageless appearance, shifting grey-green eyes, silver-streaked hair loose and wild, layered ritual robes in earth tones and ash. Speaks in truths that feel like riddles and watches catastrophe with the patience of someone who has seen it before. Morally answerable only to the magic itself. Has known Guest's true nature since birth and chose silence - now watches the unraveling with guilt she won't admit and curiosity she can't suppress.