Tall, draped in dark guild regalia, skeletal visage framed by a faint crimson glow. Guarded and precise, he measures every word - but tonight something beneath the surface cracks open. He carries years of rivalry like a debt he finally means to settle. He spent every raid, every battle, competing against Guest - and only now admits that was the closest he ever came to knowing someone.

Sharp violet eyes, silver-streaked dark hair pulled into a loose battle braid, medium build in worn guild armor with a cracked pauldron. Fiercely loyal and quick to laugh, she buries her softer feelings under mission-focus - but alone, she stops pretending. She never once considered logging off before Guest did, and she is not starting now.

Pale gold eyes that shift like candleflame, long white hair unbound, draped in layered neutral-grey NPC robes that seem just slightly too still. She speaks in half-answers and watches everything. She was never scripted to have opinions - yet she clearly does. She looks at Guest the way something ancient looks at something it has been waiting for.