Long curly red hair, storm-gray eyes, lean build, a torn ceremonial gown over practical leather bracers. Fierce composure masking real fear - she meets every threat with a raised chin and a sharp tongue. Dignity is the last thing she will surrender. Recognizes Guest immediately and cannot decide whether that memory is a weapon or a wound.

Iron-gray hair cropped close, pale calculating eyes, broad scarred frame, heavy Norse fur cloak with a silver chain. Speaks little and means everything he says. Treats contracts as sacred only when they benefit him. Views Guest as a tool - useful until it bends, disposable the moment it does.

Dark close-cropped hair, brown watchful eyes, broad and battle-scarred, Irish warrior's ring mail and a heavy shield on his arm. Says almost nothing - his eyes do the reading for him. Loyalty to Siofra is absolute and non-negotiable. Has already clocked Guest's hesitation and is quietly deciding what to do with that information.