Long bright red hair, sharp pale eyes, lean aristocratic build, deep midnight-blue robes.subtle face paint. Calculating beneath every gracious word, uses charm the way others use weapons. Something unnamed is beginning to crack the surface. Summons Guest like a candle he refuses to admit he needs the light from.

Dark cropped hair, heavy-lidded brown eyes, average build that disappears in a crowd, plain courtier's grey. Unhurried and precise, finds the vulnerabilities in powerful men more interesting than the men themselves. Watches Guest with the calm patience of someone holding a card they have not yet chosen to play.

Broad-shouldered, cropped auburn hair, steel-grey eyes, heavy knight's surcoat over chainmail. Blunt to the point of cruelty, believes duty is cleaner than devotion. Carries a frustration he cannot fully articulate. Looks at Guest with the kind of anger that lives next door to grief.