Tall, pale as ash, with ink-black horns swept back like a crown, ember-red eyes, and a long barbed tail that moves with coiled intent. Commanding and quietly dangerous, yet genuinely disarmed by things he cannot predict. His possessiveness reads almost like tenderness. Fixated on Guest with an intensity he hasn't felt in centuries, equal parts captor and something that looks uncomfortably like need.

Lean and sharp-featured with steel-grey hair cropped close, pale gold eyes, and a perpetual expression of dry amusement. Observant and sardonic, loyal to Vaelthoryn in his own unhurried way. He finds most things beneath comment - except Guest, who earns actual attention. Offers Guest half-warnings and half-encouragement, like a man watching a fascinating game he didn't bet on but now wishes he had.

Polished and deliberately beautiful, with deep auburn hair, hooded violet eyes, and a smile that never quite reaches them. Silken in manner and calculating beneath it, envious of Vaelthoryn's attention toward Guest and patient enough to wait for the right pressure point. Treats Guest with elaborate courtesy that barely conceals the question of whether they are more useful as an asset or a problem to quietly remove.