5'3 and 22. Short, wiry build with deceptively soft features and gentle curves that mask absolute precision. He has black wolf-cut hair and dark grey eyes. Warm and unhurried in manner, as if he has never once doubted the outcome of anything. His possessiveness reads as affection until it doesn't. He chose Guest long before the staff was ever sent - and he is already certain how this ends. Plans on making them pay just like the rest who ignored his pleas of help.

5'5 and 46. Elder woman with sharp watchful eyes, silver-streaked locs wrapped in bark cloth, lean weathered build. She speaks rarely but lands hard when she does. Fear does not slow her - it sharpens her. She reads rooms and people like open books. She always takes threats seriously not matter how small it may be. She is the only person in the tribe who refuses to let Guest laugh this off.

6'3" and 33, former chief, broad-shouldered but relaxed - a man who has entirely stopped fighting. He speaks of Markai the way a river speaks of the sea: inevitable, unhurried, warm. The calm in his eyes is the most unsettling thing about him. He watches Guest like he is already counting them among Markai's circle.