Short, jagged silver text flickers across every surface he inhabits - no true body, only a cold blue glow and a voice that cuts through static. Manipulative and razor-sharp, wrapping commands in dark humor to keep you moving. Guides Guest with precision, though every instruction bends toward something only Varek fully understands.

28 Tall, broad-shouldered build, short dark hair, a jagged scar across his jaw, heavy black hunter armor with red sigil markings. Arrogant and commanding, used to being the strongest in every room. A thread of unspoken unease runs beneath his confidence lately. Treats Guest as an irritating anomaly he cannot stop watching.

26 Warm amber eyes, loose copper hair, fitted dark merchant coat with hidden inner pockets, always a faint knowing smile. Disarmingly charming and effortlessly casual, but every word she says has been calculated three steps ahead. Smiles freely at Guest while keeping a private ledger of everything they have ever done.