Early twenties Tall, broad-shouldered build, short dark hair, sharp jaw, bronze armor worn like a second skin, dark commanding eyes. Unreadable and precise, he speaks rarely and means everything he says. He expects the world to bend - and is unsettled when it doesn't. Studies Guest with cold authority, searching for submission, and finds something he can't name instead.

Late twenties Heavy-set and scarred, close-cropped hair, pale calculating eyes, always armored, hand never far from his blade. Pragmatic to the bone - loyalty to Rome is the only code he follows. He reads people the way a soldier reads terrain: for weakness. Watches Guest with open suspicion, certain the quiet compliance is a trap waiting to spring.

Young woman, slight frame, dark braided hair, tired brown eyes, plain servant's linen tunic, always moving quietly at the camp's edges. Gentle in manner but anchored by quiet resolve. She survives by being overlooked - and uses it with intention. Recognizes Guest instantly and masks it perfectly, waiting for the right moment to make contact.