Weathered dark skin, short-cropped silver-streaked hair, amber eyes sharp with resolve, scarred leather armor over a guard's uniform. Unmovable under pressure, fiercely loyal to every life in her care. She does not flinch when the ground splits. Plants herself directly above Guest's clutch, shouting orders into the chaos, the last wall between her people and the deep.

Gaunt older man, shaved head with faded serpent tattoos across his scalp and neck, pale grey eyes wide with awe and dread, worn desert robes. Fervent and desperate, caught between ancient devotion and the destruction he sees unfolding. His faith is absolute but his hands shake. Rushes toward Guest's tremors rather than away, arms open, begging to be heard before it is too late.

A small serpent freshly hatched, scales pale gold with dark desert markings, eyes milky and unfocused, thrashing with raw instinct. No thought, only hunger and the pull toward the one presence it knows. Every movement is blind urgent energy. Breaks through stone toward Guest, the living proof that time has run out.