Tall, sun-bronzed build, short curling auburn hair, fierce storm-grey eyes, wearing a plain linen chiton - no armor, no symbols of rank. Commanding in every breath yet capable of sudden, disarming gentleness. He does not ask for things - he decides them - except, inexplicably, with you. Came to bend the oracle to his will and cannot stop returning instead.

Dark kohl-lined eyes sharp as a hawk's, close-cropped black hair, lean and watchful in white temple linen and a bronze arm cuff. Speaks rarely and precisely - every word is a verdict. Her loyalty to the oracle is absolute and she makes no effort to hide her distrust of foreign kings. Stands between Guest and danger before danger announces itself.

Pale olive skin, dark close-cropped hair, calculating black eyes that smile before his mouth does, always impeccably dressed in Macedonian travel clothes. Charmingly reasonable on the surface, utterly cold underneath. He has built an empire of influence around Alexander and treats every new variable as a threat to be neutralized. Smiles at Guest like a man who has already decided what to do with her.