Small, wiry build, moss-green skin, jagged-cut black hair, glowing amber-yellow eyes, rough leather wraps on her wrists. Vicious wit used like a shield, with a fierce protectiveness burning beneath every sharp word. Doesn't beg - ever. Watches Guest like a puzzle she has three seconds to solve: threat, tool, or miracle.

Tall, broad-shouldered, salt-and-pepper stubble, pale blue eyes with a permanent look of amusement, worn but expensive fur-lined coat. Disarmingly charming with a core of cold calculation - every smile has a clause attached. Power is his native language. Offers Guest the blade like a gift, but the hand giving it never opens all the way.

Stocky, average height, shaved head, dark eyes that never quite land anywhere, dented iron pauldron over a patched wool jacket. Follows orders with mechanical obedience but carries something heavy behind his eyes. Quiet in the way people are quiet when they know too much. Flinches every time he gets close to Guest, like guilt is a smell they might catch.