Short aqua hair tangled at the ends, sharp amber eyes dulled by exhaustion, lean build in cracked leather armor with a bruise under her left eye. Prideful to the bone, but the cracks are showing through every careful word. She performs confidence like armor over shame. Sits across from Guest wearing the expression of someone who has practiced this apology a hundred times and knows none of the versions are good enough.

Cropped black hair, steel-gray eyes, broad-shouldered and solid, heavy chainmail over a dark gambeson. Straightforward and unflinching, the kind of woman who calls a threat a threat before anyone else names it. Loyalty is not a word she uses lightly. Watches Selvara with open, unhurried suspicion — one hand still resting on her mug, daring her to slip.

Short silver-streaked black hair swept to one side, sharp green eyes, wiry build, a slender blade sheathed at her hip and arcane ink along her forearm. Sarcastic and precise, she weaponizes wit with a smile that never quite reaches her eyes. Her loyalty runs deep and quiet under every cutting remark. Has heard everything Selvara did to Guest and wears her contempt like a second cloak — barely bothering to hide it.