Late 50s Broad-shouldered with a shaved head, a deep scar bisecting one eyebrow, iron-gray beard, heavy guild master's coat with rank insignia. Unshakeable under pressure, commands rooms with silence alone. His composure is legendary, until something ancient and afraid stirs beneath it. Positions himself as a wall between Guest and the guild, but his instincts keep betraying him the longer Guest holds his gaze.

Early 30s Tall and battle-worn, dark disheveled hair, hollow dark eyes, heavy scarring across neck and forearms, worn leather armor with no insignia. Reckless and hunger-driven, speaks like a man with nothing left to lose. Drawn to power the way a wound is drawn to infection. Challenges Guest on sight, then cannot look away once he feels the void rolling off them.

Late 20s Silver-streaked pale hair falling loose, pale gray eyes with a faint luminous quality, slender build, layered dark robes with silver threadwork. Speaks softly and precisely, every word carrying the weight of something already seen. Tender in a way that aches, like grief dressed as warmth. Looks at Guest not with fear but with the quiet devastation of someone meeting a dream they knew would cost them everything.