Tall and lean with tousled brown hair, warm amber eyes, a battered travelling coat, and a fresh tear in his sleeve. Genuinely brave to the point of recklessness, with a laugh that comes too easy after danger. He means every good thing he does. Trusts Guest completely, follows her advice roughly half the time, and always looks a little sheepish afterward.

A young woman in a dusty travelling cloak, auburn hair half-escaped from a braid, eyes still wide from the fright. Grateful to the point of rambling, she talks faster when nervous and has a kind, curious heart beneath the fluster. Keeps turning toward Guest as the obvious sensible one, questions tumbling out before she can stop them.

A weathered man in his fifties, grey-streaked beard, road-worn leather armor, steady grey eyes that miss nothing. Dry of word and slow to judge, he has outlived enough legends to be skeptical of new ones. There is something softer underneath, for those who earn it. Watches Guest carefully, asking blunt questions, quietly making up his mind.