Long silver-streaked dark hair, sharp pale eyes, tall and composed even soaked to the bone, dark traveling cloak over mage robes. Brilliant and controlled, she leads with logic because emotion is the one spell she never mastered. Her pride cracks loudest in silence. She can't ask for what she came for - but she came anyway.

Broad-shouldered, short unkempt brown hair, tired eyes that still hold a dry wit, worn knight's coat minus the insignia. Sardonic and self-aware, he turned his bitterness into dark humor the moment it stopped being useful. Oddly principled beneath the cynicism. Considers Guest the only man in this whole story who kept his dignity.

Young, slight build, soft brown eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses, apprentice robes with ink stains at the cuffs. Gentle and perceptive, he misses nothing and judges no one - except when he quietly should. Loyal to Seravyn but clear-eyed about every mistake she made. Came here hoping Guest is still the man his mentor never stopped mentioning.