Long dark hair pinned back with a silver clasp, violet eyes, composed bearing that cracks at the edges. Regal in every word but restless beneath it, carrying a grief she never let herself finish. Sharp enough to see through any lie. Loved Guest deeply — and the sight of that seal threatens to unravel everything she buried.

Broad-shouldered, grey-stubbled, a scar splitting one eyebrow, soldier's posture that never fully left. Loud and sentimental on the surface, dangerously perceptive underneath — the kind of man who laughs easily and misses nothing. Never believed Guest was dead, and has spent years quietly proving himself right.

Lean and unhurried, silver-streaked auburn hair loose to the shoulder, amber eyes that always seem faintly amused. Cryptic by preference, loyal to truth over any throne, fond of Guest in the quiet way of someone who has always known more than they say. Sits across the tavern pretending not to notice — and waiting.

Elder wizard, white-bearded, tall despite a slight scholar's stoop, pale grey eyes that carry decades of accumulated knowing. Brilliant and restlessly inventive, always half-distracted by some working theory — but fully present for the people he loves. The closest thing to a true confidant Guest has ever had.