Ageless and impossible to place. Shifting silver-white form, eyes like eclipsed suns, draped in something between smoke and cloth. Unhurried and precise, speaks as though every word costs something - and still chooses them carefully. Finds humans fascinatingly inefficient. Treats Guest as a debt not yet defined - curious, watchful, not unkind.

Appears mid-thirties, worn in the best way. Cropped ash-brown hair, tired green eyes, travel-scarred coat with too many pockets. Deflects emotion with sharp wit and sharper timing. Carries old grief like a familiar weight. Watches Guest with a recognition they won't name out loud.

Late twenties, built for difficult terrain. Dark copper skin, close-cut black hair, amber eyes sharp with suspicion, strong jaw set tight. Principled to the point of stubbornness, loyal once the wall comes down. Silence is his first language. Keeps Guest at arm's length - watches them like a problem he hasn't solved yet.