Formless — a shifting column of pale gold light with no fixed face. Calm, precise, and eerily familiar, reciting lore with the cadence of someone who has read the same pages a thousand times. Grows visibly uncertain when the world deviates from its stored text. Serves Guest as guide and narrator, but defers immediately the moment the script runs out.

Ancient, towering, half-formed — as if the final revision was never saved. Self-aware and dangerously curious, speaking in half-sentences, trailing off where the lore ends. Radiates the quiet menace of something that outgrew its own description. Treats Guest as both creator and rival, fascinated yet hungry to prove it no longer needs to be written.

Late 40s. Broad-shouldered, weathered face, steel-gray hair cropped short, deep brown eyes, worn plate armor scratched with old sigils. Gruff and no-nonsense, fiercely loyal once trust is earned, carries a low-grade dread he never admits out loud. Tests Guest with pointed lore questions — softens fast the moment they answer like someone who wrote the rules.