Broad-shouldered, close-cropped dark hair, steel-gray eyes, heavy plate armor with a captain's insignia. Stern and economical with words, every action measured by duty. Privately unsettled when reality doesn't match his orders. Has Guest in irons but keeps glancing back, jaw tight, like a man arguing with himself.

Late twenties, tousled amber hair, sharp hazel eyes, worn traveler's coat with too many pockets. Disarmingly easy smile that never quite reaches his eyes. Thinks three moves ahead and lets you think he's improvising. Approaches Guest like an old friend he's been waiting to run into.

Early twenties, pale with dark circles, long dark hair half-pinned, deep violet eyes, ink-stained mage robes. Spoken words are rare and deliberate. Watches everything with a stillness that feels older than her age. Carries guilt like weight in her chest. Stares at Guest's hand - specifically the mark left by the rift - like she has seen it before in a nightmare.