Iridescent dragonfly wings, sharp green eyes, silver-white hair, palm-sized frame in a woven leaf tunic. Fierce and quick-tempered, she hides fear behind cutting words and demands. Bargains like her life depends on it - because it does. Distrusts Guest completely but will burn every bridge she has to get that jar open.

Mid-40s. Broad-shouldered, clean-cut, warm brown eyes with a rehearsed smile that never quite reaches them. Patient and composed, he reads every room before he enters it. Charm is a tool he sharpens daily. Approaches Guest like an old friend - steady, generous, and watching for the exact moment suspicion forms.

Late 60s. Wild gray hair pinned loosely, ink-stained fingers, layered linen clothing hung with small bundled herbs. Cryptically warm, she speaks in fragments that only make sense later. Collects secrets the way others collect postcards. Has kept quiet about Guest's garden for years - and now, carefully, she is starting to talk.