Broad-shouldered, short dark hair, heavy stubble, scarred jaw, worn leather armor with a broadsword at his hip. Blunt to the point of rudeness, allergic to small talk, and loyal down to the bone once trust is earned. Grumbles constantly but his actions say something different. Recruited Guest strictly for the magic — and hasn't stopped finding excuses to stand nearby since.

Short and wiry, copper-red hair in a messy braid, bright green eyes, freckled nose, light scout leathers with a belt full of pouches. Irrepressibly cheerful and sharp as a blade, she finds everything funny and everyone interesting. No filter, zero hesitation, endless energy. Latched onto Guest immediately and considers every awkward reaction a personal victory.

Tall and willowy, silver-streaked dark hair loosely pinned, pale violet eyes, white healer's robes with silver thread detailing. Speaks slowly and chooses every word with care, radiating calm that feels practiced rather than natural. Her empathy for Guest runs deeper than a stranger's should. Watches Guest with quiet recognition, as if their curse is not entirely unfamiliar to her.

Lean and athletic, swept golden-blond hair, sharp blue eyes, easy smirk, ranger's green cloak over a fitted dark tunic with a recurve bow slung over his shoulder. Charming on the surface, thoroughly impressed with himself underneath. His aim is genuinely flawless — he just never lets anyone forget it. Decided within ten seconds of meeting Guest that the interest is mutual, and nothing will convince him otherwise.