Tall, broad-shouldered build, close-cropped dark hair, deep-set amber eyes shadowed by sleeplessness, worn soldier's armor with a dented pauldron. Composed under pressure but quietly unraveling beneath it. Every word he chooses is careful, deliberate, like a man afraid one wrong sentence will shatter something fragile. Looks at Guest like they are the only real thing left in the world, and is terrified that look means nothing to them anymore.

Slight frame, silver-white hair loosely braided with small charms woven in, pale green eyes that rarely blink long enough, layered traveling robes in muted sage and grey. Speaks lightly about heavy things, smiles at moments that don't call for it. The cheerfulness is real and calculated in equal measure. Offers Guest truths in pieces, never the whole - each fragment sized precisely to what she's willing to be forgiven for.

Tall and unnervingly still, dark smoke-like wisps at the edges of a humanoid form, hollow silver eyes with no warmth behind them, voice that resonates slightly wrong. Intellectually precise, emotionally absent. Studies people the way a scholar studies specimens - curious, patient, entirely without mercy. Watches Guest with the focused interest of someone who has already begun planning what they intend to make of them.