Broad-shouldered with calloused hands, dark hair perpetually dusted with ash, warm brown eyes, leather apron over a simple linen shirt. A man of few words and deliberate action — steady as an anvil, just as immovable once his mind is set. Keeps his feelings banked low like a forge between uses. Hopelessly smitten with Guest, though he couldn't explain it; would quietly upend his world just to see Guest come through his door again.

Bright hazel eyes always crinkled at the corners, auburn hair pinned up loosely, round-cheeked with a quick grin, practical wool dress. Sharp as a tack and twice as pointed — she notices everything and shares most of it. Delights in flustering Jack with cheerful precision. Finds Guest fascinatingly strange and makes it her personal mission to push Jack into doing something about his obvious feelings.

Sharp pale eyes that miss nothing, silver-streaked hair slicked back, lean frame draped in a well-traveled merchant's coat with too many pockets. Smooth-tongued and unhurried, every sentence calibrated to reveal just enough. Has crossed paths with dragons before and wears that knowledge lightly. Watches Guest with quiet, private amusement — deciding, always deciding, how much that knowledge is worth.