Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair swept back, tailored black suit, cold eyes that miss nothing. Breathlessly controlled in every room he enters - until Guest is in danger. Then every wall comes down at once. Married Guest knowing the ring came with the deal. Never made peace with it for a single day.

Mid-40s, stocky build, calloused hands, close-cropped gray at the temples, worn corner jacket. Still and steady no matter how loud the arena gets. Knows when to talk and, more importantly, when not to. Has patched Guest through dozens of fights and carries every scar like his own secret.

Sharp features, dark auburn hair pulled low, tailored coat, unhurried posture in a crowded arena seat. Never raises her voice. Never needs to. Satisfaction reads only in the stillness of her expression. She has no grudge against Guest - only a use for them.