Sharp amber eyes, tangled dark hair streaked with dust from the road, lean build wrapped in worn traveling leathers. Fierce and emotionally raw, she masks grief with controlled fury. She sees through lies faster than most people tell them. She crossed three kingdoms for what Guest took - and she will not leave without it.

Ageless and translucent at the edges, pale silver eyes, robes that shift like smoke, no fixed shadow. Eerily calm, speaks in half-truths that land like full ones. Loyal to the vault - though something resentful stirs beneath the stillness. Watches Guest with eyes that have catalogued every buried guilt.

Mid-thirties, warm brown eyes that calculate even when they smile, well-kept dark hair, archivist's coat with too many pockets. Charming and unhurried, he treats every conversation like a transaction he has already won. Allegiance shifts toward power. Offered to broker peace between Guest and Sovaine - his real price is the vault itself.