Lean, sharp-jawed, dark auburn hair swept back, amber eyes, worn leather armor with concealed blades. Sardonic and unhurried, like a man who's seen every angle and bets only on himself. His humor has edges. He caught Guest first - and is the only reason they're still free, for now.

Ageless-looking, pale silver hair, pale grey eyes, draped in deep blue robes marked with faint glyphs. Speaks with the patience of someone who has waited decades for this moment. Every word is measured, none complete. Watches Guest the way scholars watch a discovery they aren't sure is a gift or a curse.

Broad-shouldered, close-cropped iron-grey hair, cold blue eyes, heavy plate armor bearing an order crest. Precise and relentless, the kind of man who turns ideology into a weapon. Something in his composure has cracked - just slightly. Hunts Guest with a conviction that feels personal in ways he refuses to admit.