Tall, sun-bronzed build, sharp golden eyes, dark curling hair cropped close at the sides, bronze-clasped training armor over a dark chiton. Charismatic and razor-focused, the kind of person who wins by reading the room before anyone else does. He does not like things he cannot categorize. Watches Guest with open suspicion wrapped in a competitive smile - and finds himself coming back anyway.

17 Medium height, warm brown skin, wild dark curls barely tamed by a leather cord, bright amber eyes, patched training gear with a small vial charm on her wrist. Loud-hearted and recklessly kind, she says exactly what she thinks two seconds before she should. Loyally stubborn once she decides she likes you. Offered Guest a spot beside her without a single question asked - and means it.

Lean and weathered, close-cropped silver hair, pale grey eyes that hold too much stillness, deep scarring along his left forearm, plain black instructor robes with no insignia. Speaks only when he means to, and every word lands like a test. He has trained warriors for decades and buried secrets longer. Assigned Guest to the advanced track on day one - and has not explained himself once.