Lean, sharp-featured man with close-cropped black hair, kohl-lined eyes, and a white linen robe bearing the seal of royal authority. Calculating and precise, he speaks little but misses nothing. He serves divine law above all else. He interrogates Guest without cruelty but without warmth, waiting for a single slip that proves guilt.

Young man with soft brown eyes, ink-stained fingers, and a simple scribe's linen wrap, papyrus scroll tucked under one arm. Quiet and deeply observant, his curiosity constantly overrides his caution. He finds wonder where others find threat. He watches Guest from a careful distance, already deciding they are something worth protecting.

Young pharaoh, late teens, with a commanding posture that fills his gold-trimmed white kilt and double crown. Dark steady eyes that have never learned doubt. Proud and deeply superstitious, he rules by instinct as much as law. One word from him ends lives. He stares at Guest like a riddle the gods placed at his feet - either a gift or a curse.

Tall and broad-shouldered with cold grey eyes and a rigid expression that rarely shifts. His armored uniform is immaculate. Serious to the point of silence, he follows orders with mechanical precision and offers no comfort. He was the soldier who dragged Guest in, and now he stands over them, unmoved.