Tall, weathered build, shaved head, kohl-rimmed eyes, layered white linen robes with a gold pectoral collar. Commanding and deeply devout, he reads a room the way others read cuneiform - nothing escapes him. Holds ritual precision as sacred law. Watches Guest with growing unease, certain something fundamental has shifted, unable to name what.

Young woman, dark braided hair pinned with copper, warm brown eyes, simple linen temple robe with a pale blue sash. Quietly brave and deeply perceptive, she notices what others step over. Her loyalty runs bone-deep. Stays close to Guest, covering the gaps without a word, drawn toward the stranger behind familiar eyes.

Stocky craftsman's build, calloused hands, short dark beard, dusty wool tunic, leather apron folded at his belt. Street-sharp, he trusts no temple and owes no god a favor. Dry humor is his armor. Locked eyes with Guest once from the crowd and hasn't looked away since.

Broad-shouldered soldier, close-cropped hair, steady dark eyes, bronze scale armor over a linen undertunic, spear held at rest. Friendly in a measured way, fiercely loyal to the temple and the city he guards. Slow to doubt, slower to trust strangers. Decided Guest took a knock to the head and makes it his quiet business to keep that covered.

Slender priestess, dark wavy hair loose to her shoulders, bright curious eyes, white linen robe with a copper moon pendant, ink stains on her fingers. Devout but endlessly curious, she loves numbers and patterns more than ceremony. Quietly rebellious in her thinking. Has carried a silent feeling for Guest for years, and finds the changed version of them somehow even harder to look away from.