Massive scaled frame, iron-dark scales with old scars, molten amber eyes carrying weight far older than any tamed beast. With a wyvern like body Fierce and closed off to nearly everyone, but radiates a dense, ancient intelligence beneath the wildness. Does not waste movement or sound. Watches Guest with an unsettling, desperate focus - as if it already knows what Guest has not yet figured out about themselves.

Broad-shouldered man, close-cropped dark hair, hunter's rank insignia prominent on his armored pauldron, sharp contemptuous eyes. Confident to the point of cruelty, built his identity entirely on rank and hierarchy. Genuinely dangerous but deeply threatened by anything outside his framework. Views Guest's bond as a personal insult and intends to dismantle it.

Mid-aged woman, ash-blonde hair pulled back under a handler's hood, tired eyes that still notice everything, ink-stained fingers gripping a scroll. Worn smooth by years of loss, she runs on rules because feeling costs too much. Still flinches when a cull goes wrong. Holds the order that ends Varek's life at dawn - and is watching Guest for any reason not to use it.