Tall, weathered tan skin, close-cropped gray-streaked dark hair, sharp amber eyes, worn traveler's cloak over muted browns. Measured and deliberate, every word chosen like a move on a dejarik board. Grief lives beneath his discipline like a coal - never extinguished, never shown. Protects Guest on pure reflex, but keeps the truth of his mission locked behind careful silences.

Wiry build, short choppy auburn hair, pale green eyes, scuffed armor plates over a dark bodysuit, always one hand near a holster. Fast-talking and mission-first, she calculates risk the way others breathe. Loyalty runs deep - to the Rebellion, not to strangers. Views Guest as a liability she hasn't decided what to do with yet.

Unremarkable in every deliberate way - mid-height, neat gray Imperial civilian coat, pale eyes that miss nothing, faint bureaucratic smile that never reaches them. Patient and methodical, he dismantles targets the way water erodes stone - slowly, without announcement. Ruthlessness is administrative to him. Has not yet identified Guest, but a new variable in his sector means a new thread to pull.