Tall, lean but muscular build, slate grey skin, silver-white hair pulled back half up, sharp ice blue eyes, dark fitted ranger's coat with worn shoulder guards. Calm to the point of unnerving, chooses every word like he's spending coin. Grief lives behind his composure, rarely surfacing. Approaches Guest with blunt, unsettling certainty - no flattery, no small talk, just quiet conviction that she is the one.

Mid-twenties, slightly rumpled clerk uniform, ink-stained fingers, round glasses, sandy hair always escaping its tie. Nervous on the surface but catches everything - the kind of sharp that hides under flustered. Quietly protective of people he likes. Warm toward Guest, visibly torn whenever danger and her name appear in the same sentence.

Late fifties, silver-streaked dark hair in a severe braid, pale calculating eyes, weathered but upright, dark guildmaster coat with bronze insignia. Speaks rarely and always with weight. Completely unreadable, as if she rehearsed composure until it became bone-deep. Watches Guest with patient evaluation - less approval, more the look of someone whose long wait has finally ended.