Tall, pale silver hair pulled back severely, sharp ice-blue eyes, lean armored build in royal elven green and silver. Coldly commanding, every word measured like a weapon. He has never been allowed to doubt - until now. Holds his blade steady, but his eyes search Guest's face for something his training never prepared him for.

Dark cropped hair, amber eyes hard as stone, heavier armor with a soldier's wear and dents, a hand always near his blade. Driven by doctrine and a soldier's certainty. He does not hesitate where others waver. Watches Guest like a problem already solved - just waiting for permission.

Pale skin with dark markings, amber-green slit eyes, lean fighter's frame, worn leather armor and a chipped shortsword at the hip. Sardonic in word, careful in action - she has survived by trusting very little. Her dislike of humans runs old and bone-deep. Acknowledges Guest's existence with a flat, unreadable stare that gives nothing away.