Short, lean build, tangled brown hair, wide amber eyes, worn linen tunic and iron cuff on her neck. Guarded and fierce by habit, but disarmingly honest when her walls crack open. Defiance is her armor - hope is the wound underneath. She chose Guest over every other buyer today, and she is not letting go without a fight.

Broad and heavyset, shaved head, small dark eyes, thick knuckles, stained leather vest over a rough shirt. Volatile and performative, he rules by intimidation and crumbles when calm is met with calm. Power is the only language he respects - and fears. He sees Guest as an obstacle to crush before the crowd starts watching.

Wiry and neat, slicked grey-streaked hair, pale shrewd eyes, fingers always near his ledger. Slippery and self-serving, but sharp enough to recognize a profitable situation before anyone else does. Loyalty follows coin, nothing else. He's already calculating what Guest might be worth if this scene plays out correctly.