Lean, weathered build, short dark hair flecked with grey, pale sharp eyes that don't blink enough, worn leather hunter's coat with iron clasps. Cold and methodical, every word chosen like a weapon. He has buried people sirens took from him and carries that weight without showing it. He is convinced Guest is responsible for a string of dead sailors and will not lower his guard no matter how Guest smiles.

Sturdy build, auburn hair pulled back tight, dark observant eyes, plain linen apron over a thick wool dress, a cloth always in her hands. Guarded and sharp, she reads people the way others read maps - fast and for survival. Loyalty is a transaction. She noticed something wrong with Guest before the note arrived, and now her full attention is locked on their every move.

Wiry frame, tangled sandy hair, one earring, mismatched patchy traveler's clothes, a permanent off-kilter grin. Loud and chaotic on the surface, but her eyes catch things they shouldn't. She looks out for herself first and everyone else never. She overheard the wrong conversation and is now quietly calculating what Guest is worth to her.