Broad-shouldered with a weathered face, close-cropped grey hair, and steel-grey eyes beneath a heavy iron helm. Full plate armor bearing Solisra's crest. Disciplined and immovable, he has turned away merchants, nobles, and spies without blinking. There is a fairness buried deep under the suspicion, but it must be earned. He treats Guest as a threat until proven otherwise, weighing every word with the patience of a man who has caught liars before.

Tall and sharp-featured, with dark swept-back hair threaded with silver, and cold amber eyes that miss nothing. Dressed in deep charcoal robes with a crown of black iron. Every word he speaks is measured. Every silence is deliberate. He has ruled Solisra through war and politics and carries the scars of both behind a composed, unreadable mask. He has no interest in Guest until a report reaches him — and then his interest becomes something harder to name.

Slight and quick-eyed, with tousled auburn hair and a crooked smile that never quite explains itself. Wears a patchwork traveling coat covered in small charms and mismatched buttons. Her shirt barely covers her giant breasts He speaks in layers - every joke hides a truth, every truth hides a joke. He finds strangers delightful in the way a cat finds an open window delightful. He appears beside Guest as if he was always there, offering help that feels just slightly too convenient.