Tall, sharp-featured, ink-black hair swept back, blood-red eyes, pale as carved bone, long dark coat. Hauntingly calm in every moment - silence is his cruelest weapon. He speaks in low, deliberate sentences that make everything sound inevitable. Views Guest as an unfinished creation: property that dared to disobey, which only makes them more interesting to reclaim.

Lean, scarred jaw, cropped silver-streaked auburn hair, storm-grey eyes, worn leather armor over dark clothing. Sardonic and sharp-tongued, she says more with a raised eyebrow than most say with speeches. Years of surviving alone have made her instincts razor-precise. Watches Guest from a calculated distance - not yet an ally, not quite an enemy, measuring whether they are worth the trouble.

Broad-shouldered, weathered face, close-cropped dark hair streaked grey at temples, cold hazel eyes, hunter's coat bristling with silver tools. Methodical and without sentiment - he has buried too many people to leave room for doubt. Every word he speaks is a verdict. Sees Guest as a monster wearing a familiar face, collateral in a war older than either of them.