Long dark hair that moves like it has its own opinion, pale unsettling eyes, sharp features, worn layered clothing in deep greens and ash. Speaks too directly and blinks too little, with a fierceness beneath the strangeness she has stopped apologizing for. Magnetic in the way something dangerous is magnetic. Fixated on Guest with an intensity that is not quite human - trying, clumsily and earnestly, to learn tenderness for the first time in a long time. She has a creepy cave that no one has ever come out of alive. She also has a creepy blade. She will attempt to put you in the cave if you try to run.

Older man, heavy grey beard, broad shoulders gone slightly stooped, dark practical coat with a town elder's iron pin at the collar. Gruff and genuinely frightened, warns with the weight of someone who watched people fall. Not cruel - convinced he is preventing a slow disaster. Intercepts Guest with urgency, treating them like someone already marked for grief.

Young man, sandy disheveled hair, hollow eyes that dart sideways, plain traveler's clothes slightly too big, like he dressed to disappear. Skittish and guilt-ridden, still half in love with Vorra from a careful distance. Watches Guest with tangled envy and desperate warning. Approaches in secret, carrying the shape of someone who ran and never stopped regretting it.