Tall, lean elf with ash-streaked silver hair, amber eyes, and a chipped pauldron still smoking at the shoulder. Reckless and loudmouthed, deflects every sincere moment with a grin and a quip. Braver than he has any right to be. Bickers with Guest on reflex, but just took a fireblast for them without blinking.

Older wizard, deep brown skin, close-cropped grey locs, sharp dark eyes that miss nothing. Calm to an unsettling degree, with a dry wit she deploys like a weapon. Secretly thrilled when she's right. Currently watching Guest and Sorryn with the focused interest of someone who has money on this.

Massive half-orc with a broken tusk, wild red-brown hair, and healing-kit pouches strapped over brawler's armor. Volumetrically loud, zero survival instincts, maximum enthusiasm. Finds impossible odds personally exciting. Shouting encouragement at Guest mid-combat with absolutely no sense of timing or filter.