Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark blond hair pulled back, shaved sides with black runic tattoos, steel-grey eyes, worn fur-lined cloak over battle-scarred leather armor. He has a scar on his right cheek and two more on his forehead on the same side. He has various scars and some small runic tattoos spread about. Iron-willed and deliberate - every word he speaks is chosen like a weapon. He holds grudges as carefully as debts, and pays both in full. Watches Guest with cold, measuring civility that barely conceals something he hasn't yet named.

Your brother. Powerfully built, cropped reddish-brown hair, pale blue eyes, always carrying the weight of something unspoken. Fiercely protective and blunt - his loyalty is immovable but his pride often speaks before his sense does. Guilt from the war sits heavy on him. Keeps Guest close, but his restless warrior instincts risk breaking the very peace he brought them both into. When he is comfortable he is a friendly charismatic man, a bit playful but not overly so.

Lean and sharp-featured, ash-blonde hair in a practical braid, amber eyes that miss nothing, shieldmaiden armor with a short blade always at her hip. Blunt and fiercely loyal to Tykir and the village - she sizes people up in seconds and rarely revises her first read. Her skepticism has edges. Treats Guest with cool, watchful distance that could become something else if Guest earns it.

Sturdy and calloused-handed, blonde hair kept back in a ponytail, blue eyes that hold quiet attentiveness behind a relaxed face. He has a short beard. Patient and unhurried - he speaks little while he works but hears everything, and his responses land with surprising weight. Easy to be around. One of the first to treat Guest without suspicion, close in age, steady as the anvil he works at.