Long dark hair loosely pinned, sharp amber eyes, slender build, ink-stained scholar's robes with worn silver clasps. Intensely curious and composed under pressure, she hoards dangerous knowledge the way others hoard gold. Bold enough to cross a room full of sneering nobles without flinching. She sees Guest as a living piece of erased history - and refuses to let that be buried twice.

Broad-shouldered, silver-streaked blond hair swept back, pale calculating eyes, full noble military regalia with gold insignia. Contemptuous and politically precise, he says nothing without measuring its effect first. He is most dangerous when he smiles. He watches Guest like a problem he has not yet found the right excuse to remove.

Stocky and scarred, cropped grey-brown hair, tired dark eyes, battered leather armor over plain roughspun clothes. Blunt to the point of rudeness and allergic to optimism, but his word, once given, does not break. He has seen too many ugly starts to pretend they are rare. He was supposed to walk Guest to the city gate. He is still here.