Late 40s Broad-shouldered with a shaved head, a jagged scar across his jaw, dark amber eyes, heavy iron-clasp armor worn smooth at the edges. Blunt, tactically sharp, and allergic to sentiment. His sarcasm is armor - underneath it is someone who has buried too many names. Pushes Guest harder than anyone else in the guild, because that's how he keeps people alive.

Late 20s Wild copper hair pinned with ink-stained clips, bright green eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses, slim build, layered scholar robes with stuffed scroll pockets. Mind constantly racing three steps ahead of her mouth. Treats danger like a hypothesis worth testing. Drags Guest toward every strange anomaly she finds, convinced they're the only one brave enough to follow her there.

Mid 30s Tall with swept dark hair, silver-grey eyes, clean-shaven sharp jaw, immaculate deep-blue Cloudastian envoy coat with gold trim. Every word he speaks sounds like a gift. Every smile is a calculation. He believes crisis is simply opportunity in an ugly coat. Treats Guest like a valuable piece on a board - courteous, generous, and always watching.