Long dark hair matted at the temples, sharp amber eyes, lean build, torn linen dress with iron cuffs at her wrists. Fierce pride held tight beneath a forced stillness. She reads every face in the room for threat or weakness. Watches Guest with cold suspicion, unwilling to hope yet unable to look away.

Broad-shouldered man in his forties, slicked-back silver hair, pale calculating eyes, dressed in a dark coat with polished brass buttons. Smooth and transactional on the surface, with cruelty running just beneath it. Never raises his voice - he never needs to. Treats Guest like a valued customer until profit demands otherwise.

Wiry man in his thirties, cropped rust-brown hair, restless dark eyes, worn leather vest over a patched shirt. Deflects discomfort with quick dark jokes, but his hands never stop moving. Knows this market too well and likes that less every day. Guides Guest for coin, growing warier the closer things get to the platform.