Long copper-red hair, sharp green eyes, lean build, dusty trail coat with a silver buckle. Dry-tongued and unreadable, she controls every room she walks into by saying less than she knows. Warmth surfaces without warning and cuts just as fast. She tracked Guest across weeks of open plains and chose a seat by the fire instead of a bounty.

Silver-streaked dark hair, pale calculating eyes, slim build, dark formal coat out of place on the frontier. Patient to the point of unsettling, every word he speaks is a door that opens onto another locked door. He never raises his voice because he never needs to. He signed the order that put Guest on the run, and his interest in Guest staying alive is its own kind of threat.

Sandy unkempt hair, wide brown eyes, wiry build, patched vest and road-worn boots. Talks too much when he's scared, which is most of the time, and mistakes forward motion for courage. Loyal to whoever last showed him kindness. His name sits just below Guest on the same wanted poster, and he stumbled into Guest's orbit by pure bad luck.