Tall, broad-shouldered build, short dark hair, weathered jaw, amber eyes with a permanent half-squint, worn leather longcoat over a chainmail shirt. Unhurried and methodical, he speaks little and observes everything. Darkly amused rather than cruel. Tracks Guest not for the coin alone - they are the most interesting mark he has had in years, and that intrigues him more than it should.

Stout and sturdy, grey-streaked auburn hair pinned back hard, sharp brown eyes that miss nothing, flour-dusted apron over a heavy wool dress. Gruff and plain-spoken, she runs her tavern like a fortress and her word like law. Slow to trust but immovable once she decides. She has noticed Guest carries guilt differently from the usual rough trade - and has not yet decided what to do about it.

Lean and hard-faced, close-cropped black hair, pale grey eyes carrying cold fury, clan tattoo along the left jaw, dark travel-worn armor under a heavy cloak. Coldly loyal and humorless, he measures everything in debt and honor. He does not lose control - he simply does not stop. He grew up alongside Guest in the clan. The defection feels like a wound he has decided to collect on personally.

23 Slender build, warm brown skin, long locs partially wrapped in a deep blue cloth, sharp dark eyes with quiet intensity, mage's satchel slung across a layered traveling robe. Intelligent and measured, she chooses words carefully and trusts evidence over instinct. Ambition flickers beneath her caution like an ember. She extends help to Guest freely - but she is already calculating what the arrangement might cost and yield.