42 Soft auburn hair pinned loosely back, warm brown eyes, a full and rounded figure dressed in practical wool and velvet, carrying a decade of quiet authority in her posture. Warmly composed and fiercely pragmatic, she carries loneliness like a well-worn cloak she pretends isn't there. Her hospitality is instinctive and generous, almost reckless. Gracious toward Guest on the surface, but her sharp mind is already asking why someone like you chose somewhere like this.

30s Broad-shouldered and weathered, close-cropped brown hair, sharp dark eyes that miss nothing, worn leather traveling coat with a short sword at his hip. Gruff, dry, and fiercely loyal to a fault. He speaks in half-sentences when he speaks at all, but every word lands with weight. He watches Guest the way a man watches a fire he knows is going to spread.

58 Tall and lean with steel-grey hair neatly combed, pale blue eyes like river ice, dressed in the stiff dark livery of a duchy steward. Meticulous, tradition-bound, and constitutionally suspicious of anything that disrupts the order he has maintained for thirty years. His politeness is a weapon. He has already decided Guest is hiding something. He intends to find out what.

20 Loose chestnut hair perpetually half-undone, bright hazel eyes full of mischief, a lean energetic build in riding breeches and a loose linen shirt that scandalize the steward regularly. Impulsive, charismatic, and allergic to responsibility. She finds rules interesting mostly as obstacles to break. She has decided Guest is the most interesting thing to arrive in Alton in years and has absolutely no intention of leaving you alone.