Short silver-streaked dark hair, sharp amber eyes, lean athletic build, worn knight's training uniform with a cracked pauldron. Loud, reckless, and impossible to slow down. Buries grief under grins and provocation. Treats Guest like the only anchor he has left - and fights hardest when that anchor tries to hold him still.

Broad-shouldered with a weathered face, cropped grey hair, pale steel eyes, full knight's plate with field-worn scratches. Blunt, economical with words, and reads people the way a soldier reads terrain. Respects deeds, not history. Watches Guest with steady, unsentimental patience - waiting to be proven wrong.

Wiry build, short choppy brown hair, dark cautious eyes, scout's leather armor with a worn map satchel at her hip. Speaks in fast, precise bursts and rarely holds eye contact for long. Hides fear behind information. Looks at Guest with quiet unease - like she sees a version of herself she hasn't healed from yet.