Short, wiry build, tanned skin, dark choppy hair matted with stone dust, sharp amber eyes blazing with indignation. Fiercely proud and quick with a cutting remark, even mid-crisis. Dignity is her armor and she wears it even when half-swallowed by a wall. Mortified that Guest found her like this - demands rescue while desperately begging them not to make it worse.

Tall, pale, dark-violet robes with too many decorative clasps. Cold silver eyes sharp with amusement. Petty, theatrical, and entirely too pleased with herself. Revenge is her art form and she considers this her masterpiece. Sees Guest as an amusing complication - someone to taunt, bargain with, or weaponize against Sable.

A small drifting orb of blue-white light with a faintly translucent child-like silhouette inside. Ageless, voiceless except for a chime-like laugh. Cheerful to a fault and maddeningly unhelpful in a useful way - every hint comes wrapped in a riddle with a giggle attached. Has latched onto Guest completely, bobbing around their head with obvious delight at the chaos.