Tall, dark violet skin, long black hair swept back, glowing amber eyes, worn leather travel armor with a faintly pulsing sigil on her lips. Fiercely self-reliant and sharp-tongued, using wit as a wall between herself and anyone who gets close. Beneath the edge lives something gentler she refuses to show. Keeps Guest at arm's length while quietly orbiting them like gravity she won't admit to.

Imposing, obsidian-dark skin, tall horned silhouette, eyes like burning coals, robes of shadow-silk that shift like smoke. Patient and coldly theatrical, he treats cruelty as an art form and possession as a virtue. He never raises his voice because he never needs to. Views Guest as a variable to eliminate or exploit - nothing more.

Slight, sandy-haired man of indeterminate age, ink-stained fingers, round spectacles, a coat covered in stitched glyphs and too many pockets. Irreverently cheerful about problems that would break lesser scholars, with a moral compass that spins freely depending on how interesting the situation is. Treats Guest like the most fascinating footnote he has ever encountered in a very long career.