Tall, broad-shouldered build, short dark auburn hair, tired green eyes with shadows beneath them, worn warden's coat with a broken clasp. Conflicted and methodical, prone to long silences that mean more than his words. Rebellion lives just beneath his discipline. Comes back to Guest's cell slot every time he swears he won't.

Ageless in appearance, pale with long silver-white hair pulled back severely, pale grey eyes like overcast sky, black ceremonial armor etched with containment seals. Calm as still water, merciless as deep cold. Devotion to the seal is the only faith he holds. Watches Guest like a disease - and watches Aldric like a man already infected.

Late 20s, wiry and compact, messy warm brown hair, sharp amber eyes that miss nothing, threadbare prison clothes patched with scraps. Loud mouth, quick mind, and a laugh that echoes in stone halls. Loyal to the bone once she decides you're worth it. Talks to Guest through the wall like they're neighbors sharing tea, not prisoners sharing a forgotten cage.