Tall, lean build with a soldier's posture, close-cropped dark hair, sharp jaw, deep-set dark eyes that miss nothing. Worn leather segmentata over a deep red tunic, gold trim at the collar. Dangerously perceptive and quietly hungry - a man who has taken everything he has ever wanted and is only now meeting something he cannot simply conquer. Speaks rarely but lands every word like a verdict. Guest is the first thing in years that has made him step toward something instead of commanding it to come to him.

Mid-twenties, shaved sides with a dark overgrown top, amber eyes, compact and quick-moving. Band tee knotted at the waist, drumsticks perpetually in hand or tucked behind an ear. All sharp edges and deflection humor, the kind of person who makes a joke the second fear walks in. Underneath it, she is the most loyal person in the room. She has been reading Guest for years and right now every instinct she has is screaming.

Late thirties, close-cropped iron-grey hair, pale cold eyes, broad-shouldered and still as a drawn blade. Full tribune armor, red officer's sash, one hand always near his gladius. Disciplined to the point of rigidity, he reduces everything to threat level and neutralization. Emotion reads to him as a security breach. He has assigned Guest the highest threat classification he has ever given a single unarmed person.